What did I do to deserve all this pain?
Why do I fall without any gain?

I can count on myself,
Even if everyone deserts me.

But I know they won't,
Cause they don't see what I see.

They're blind to my pain,
Blind to my hate.

When I come to question,
they say, "Yeah, uh, she's great."

But I'll never be great or even good,
and I'll never feel the way that I should.

What's wrong with me?
Why can't you see?

I know why,
you turned a blind eye.

To what you didn't want to know,
to the things I do not show.

(Author's note: I won a lot of awards and contests with this poem)
 
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