I feel like a worm
A contradiction in terms
I live in the the dirt
But I'm afraid of the germs.
I feel like a freak
Every time that I speak
So afraid to be brash
So afraid to seem weak.
A life of lost socks
The same paradox
In love with grass
But I won't leave rocks.
I feel like a stone
I like it alone
I'm in love with love
And with life on my own.
How can I always be wrong?
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