You look at me,
With ice blue eyes,
You're picking out my flaws.
I'm like a stranger,
Isolated,
Kept behind closed doors.
You make a point,
To pass me by,
Yet act like I'm not there.
Your little clique,
Bleached hair and all,
Give me daggered glares.
My hair falls down,
My safety shield,
I use it just for you.
You give a smirk,
I shrink away,
It's really nothing new.
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