Slithering, sliding , over the world,
Presence known, but trying to hide it.
Making itself invisible, but all the more visible,
Trying to find a place to fit.

Inconspicuous, trying to blend in.
Unseen to eyes just careless.
Trying to hide the odd within,
Trying to kill the beauty of un-uniformity.

No one knows his reality,
His true self oppressed,
His attempts strengthened
By the disapproval of is genius.

No one knows the true person,
Just the skin that covers his heart
The one everyone else is wearing,
He'll never be back, he's covered forever.

The End

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