When people tell me they're unique,
I Immediately think they're the same
As everyone else that tries to hard.
As if uniqueness is a level game.
It's not a game with levels,
It's not a game at all.
I wish you'd be yourselves,
You're just turning into fools.
ยฉOdd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
I often wondered. What it's like to be rich. Two pennies to rub together. Skint, not had a bath for a while. Scabies, that incessant itch. Fancy cars and sexy women. Lots of high class friends.
Simply trying To watch the world go by, Unlike others I don't wish to fly. I'd rather stand back, And enjoy the show. Can't tell of a sunrise or sunset, But I'd rather not know. Is that so bad.
If I was rich, I'd probably be a bitch, It's a stereotype that doesn't switch, It's like it's some kind if glitch.
Why are we never happy with what we've got and what we were given. Sometimes we have a real natural beauty but we keep it hidden... Some people are a little overweight and want to get thinner.
So I've heard some peculiar news In gym while putting on shoes Or in the line for lunch At a dinner and a brunch About which feature of mine is envied the most My nose.
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