Double Exposure

For the longest time

I thought there was

Something wrong

With me

Because

I did not fit in

With the regular crowd
I thought that they

All hated me

Because they

Thought I was too proud
Proud of what?

Where I came from?

Who I am?
You wouldn't want to know

Where I came from

I still don't know

Who I am
Maybe there is plenty

Wrong with me

Maybe I am living a life

Based on falsity

But that doesn't mean

That I can't see

That it's not

Only me
Maybe if they

Could only take a look

They would soon learn

That you can't judge a book

By reading it's cover

There's so much more to discover
Maybe they fit in

Like cutouts

Of paper dolls

Plastic men

Like G.I Joes

But in the end

Nobody ever really knows

Anyone at all

Only what they chose

To expose

Just remember

That every thorn

Has its rose