They disgust me
When they discuss me
I ain't no Mr Perfect
I live with some unavoidable defect
I'm human after all
sometimes I fall
but They walk by me
They talk about me
all thrash words I hear
to myself, I start to fear
I wonder if I really am
what they say I'm
but I know myself better
than those respected haters
they are so perfectly perfect
that They feed on others' defects.
It disgusts me
when they discuss me
but am not what they say
so I walk by my way.
It seems to be impossible
but I pull out the best smile possible.

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