I wonder often about this and that.
Things most people wonder at.
I wonder often about things I see,
I also wonder "What's wrong with me?"
I cannot paint, I cannot sing,
I wonder "Can I do anything?"
"Of course you can!" my head does cry.
But deep inside my heart does sigh.
For deep I inside, my deepest dream
Can often make me stamp and scream.
Sometimes it seems there's no way out.
Except through hurt and lashing out.
The thing I try to hold so tight
Whether it be wrong or right,
This dream I rarely let you see,
I think you've guessed - this thing is
ME
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