On the world in front of your eyes,
The world that thinks only of how to thwart you,
And in which all of your hope dies.
The one that you have to try to control,
Or at least ignore lest it drive you insane,
With all the judgment it is throwing on you,
For just being alive today,
And that exists only to make you feel,
Like what you've just done isn't right.
You have to leave this world and recognize,
That one exists that you don't have to fight.
And it's alright,
All your friends will be there, too,
Except as much more accepting and supportive people,
Who will feel they finally know the real you.
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