---pleeeease tell me what you think... it needs more work i know---

No one takes the time to know me,
but do they even care?
They dont want to stick around to see who i can be.

They look at me and see another face in the croud.
But what they dont see is the young girl screaming to escape.
They try to mold me to be on of them but my child they cannot take.

Not even i, can seem to find
what lives inside my thoughts and dreams,
But i wont give up, my names not signed.
For the trip above,
i still hope for love.

Sometimes i think,
how stupid i am,
to belive i was a part of that link.
But now i can tell,
who i truley am,
i am an artist my name you cannot sell.
 
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