A Collection of Old Poems Pt. 5

I'm not special in the slightest,
so why is everyone
trying to protect me?
I'm still the same me
that I've always been,
so where are all these lies
coming from?
I'm not a child,
I can fend for myself.
It's like the whole world
knows about a secret
that I'm oblivious to,
and every time I think
that I've figured it out,
something unfamiliar comes up,
and I have to start all over again.

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