When I tell you I'm different,
I don't want your pity.
When I tell you my feelings,
I promise, it won't be pretty.
But you're surprised anyway,
or you don't even care.
Yes, I know.
Believe me, I've been there.
When I tell you I'm different
please, at least, react.
I know you don't want to be friends anymore,
your face only shows fact.
When I tell you my feelings.
It's okay,
I won't fall apart.
I'm just sending out emotion,
straight from my heart.
So you're still in shock,
or you don't even care.
Please don't go away,
believe me,
I've been there.
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