Most of my life, I was silent,
Being mostly misunderstood.
Being too good for the bad side,
And, too bad for the good.
I never really fit in anywhere,
I was me inside strange skin.
The more I thought about God,
The more I'd want to go home again.
Things always happen,
As time rolls along.
Thought I would've learned,
That being selfish is always wrong.
So many times of being tested,
Just as much I have failed.
Repeating the same trial,
Until unselfishness has prevailed.
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