I'm trying to be noticed,
but it seems not to work.
When I pour my heart out,
it seems that I am to be the jerk.

Is there anyone that hears me,
then let it be known.
Or is it all make-believe,
for am I to be alone?

Is it the look upon my face,
or the length of the hair?
Is it because I am me,
or the clothes that I wear?

What is it that I have to do,
for someone to like me?
Whatever needs to be changed,
then I will let it be.

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