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Kinda of a work in progress, just jotted these down..... 
 
I can bear the load 
Of all your glares and stares 
Listening to your under-breath jeers 
And dance happily over your sneers 
As you call me rude and crude 
A real nasty attitude 
Longtime wallflower 
Scared to bloom 
But petals bursting 
I own this room. 
Your loud chorus tries to drown me 
But my screams carry the waves 
Over heads and blown out egos 
Puffed heads in pride 
With no reason 
For such a mane. 
So try as you may 
To turn my coarse words 
Into blasphemous slander 
And confuse my stride 
For conceited struts, 
But my head never laden 
With worries of your own 
Still carries high the smile 
Of my own design.

Clique of one