This person I see, I don't want to be,
This person I see, that person is me,
I am no one but some mere soul,
Looking at my life trying to take control,
I feel like I am just a spectator,
Waiting around till I die later.

My life is in reach but just out of touch,
I know that I'll not amount to much.
The brains I'm sure I haven't got,
For the things I learned at school I have now forgot.

People around me all have dreams,
They know what they want or so it seems.
It's not as easy for little me,
I'm not that person you look at and see.
I'm not confident, just real shy,
It's all a front, I wonder why?
Rejection is my biggest fear,
I'm wary of letting people get near.

For the closer they get, the more they see,
What if they don't like this person that's me?

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