How can I face the world

When monsters roam 'round?

This world is so blurry,

And I'm making no sound.


These monsters are huge

Much greater than I

But as I stand scared

They comfort with lies


They gave me no wisdom

Just tasteless advice

To a child like me

Who tries to be nice


Nobody is there

When I fall on the ground

They yell and they scream

You're making a sound!


It's hard to fit in

When this world is unclear

These monsters are strong

And they sense my big fears


So I live in this world

Scared and alone

And I'm just a child

Who is on her own


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