I’ve tried, hard
To be part of your circle,
Your society but
Every time I think I get closer,
Your curled lips
And contemptuous eyes
Tell me I have no chance.
I’ve suffered everyday
Of perpetual insecurity
Because of your superiority
When I think about
What you think
I sometimes lose my self respect
What is it that makes you people
So “special”?
Sometimes I feel
You’d be naked without
Your haughtiness
I’ve had enough
Of Eliza Dolittle times
It’s high time I had some of my own, good bye!
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