Prefer to be the weirdest in the hood,
I like predictable and stable people,
Not to be lost in someone's woods,
Just wandering in their minds a little.
I pay the price of beign the white crow,
And not transforming to white queen or witch,
My neck too weak to wear crown,
My heart too soft with demons have a speech.
My heart beats crazy when I see my kind,
Not from excitement, but from danger,
And destined I to hide my wild,
From friend and from a stranger.
Turtle is trash without the shell,
And snail would just be slug,
I stay an oyster with my Gem,
Not shining but not smuggled.
What if? What if I try one time?
Could I still keep my friends?
How would it feel to be in prime?
And stop to be pretend.
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