O people of this world, I see your furtive glances,
As you walk by me in the street,
I instantly feel stripped naked,
Eyes downcast upon my swollen feet.
Too scared to take a second look,
In case you're staring back at me,
As kind as I may be inside and in my mind,
You mundane people, my great bulk is all you see.
And you all think I am bone idle,
I see the hurtful judgement in your eyes,
If only you'd spare me a few seconds,
You could look beyond my size.
So I stay within myself, the world's company I avoid,
For if I did never bare my soul, it cannot be destroyed.
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