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NO COMMENT.
sneak

Don't comment on this poem.
It would only cause me pain.
All I ever wanted -
was a cherry by my name.
A feeling of belonging.
Belonging as I do -
to the grey-side of humanity,
that never thought of blue.
Another zero with delusions.
I write myself away.
Being someone else -
only adds to my dismay.
A dismal disappointment -
to the skin I'm screaming in.
A substitute for living.
I wear another's grin.
A falsehood in a mirror.
My reflection, trading lies.
I watch my disappointment -
with over-rated eyes.
Morosely insecure.
With confidence I sigh.
Don't comment on this poem,
there is no reason why -
you should even bother reading,
anymore than you need to.
Just a substitute for... something,
I never got to do

sneak