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I do not want to party, But I still want to dance.

I hate that I'm retarded, and hate my circumstance.

I hate how old role models, are effing with my girl,

I hate how smoke and bottles, are effing up my world.

I wish when I was bleeding, that people wouldn't see

I wish when I'm not eating, they'd just assume I'm not hungry.

I wish I didn't edit, my words here when I write,

Because I'm scared who's reading, or who just someday might.

I don't chare if you're cheating, and mocking our embrace.

I don't care if you're smoking, but don't lie to my face.

Do whatever you feel like, I just don't give a damn,

But just be honest with me, cuz I sure effing am.

I shouldn't ask for something, I wouldn't do myself,

I do not ask for pity, and sure don't want your help.

I'm in the effing middle, of my God forsaken search,

For my own effing meaning, with or without church.

As confusing as I'm acting, I'm more confused inside.

I may not be fantastic, but I sure effing tried.

    - Lo Ro