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In The Dark

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samsamsammysam66

Published: Sep 28, 2013

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No one sees me
In the light
And that's my key
To living right

In the dark
I cower, I hide
Because of my mark
My pride, my stride

But in the light
I'm in disguise
They say I'm all right
But I can see in their eyes

A sight they don't understand
That's what I am
Something so bland or rather grand
Maybe I'm a scam, some spam

I've got some nerve
Leaving for somewhere brighter
But this is what I deserve
For being a fighter

All those years of lying low
Nearly killed my happiness flow
But I grew and grew until I was about to blow
And now I'm here, there, and possibly

Everywhere

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It seems that I write best when I'm in bed and about to fall asleep. I wrote this Thursday night and forgot to post it yesterday ;-; Oh well, I'm postin' it now

I don't know how clear the meaning is, but it's basically about my social anxiety (the dark) and my fight to overcome it (the light). This past week at my school was spirit week and needless to say, I went all out. For character day (Wednesday) I wore my chicken costume and so many people talked to me, took my picture of/with me, hugged me, and bunch of other stuff. This kind of surprised me 'cause most of those people didn't even know I existed until that day. And that was pretty much my inspiration for writing this.

Hope you guys like it