You are the thing I am worried about when I go to bed.
I worry about you when I look in the mirror.
You make me close my eyes, plug my ears, and cover my head.
You are the doodle on my home work that isn't quite clear.
No one can see you but I know your there,
You always are, and always will be.
Why is it that you make life unfair.
You are the name they call me,
And I can't stand it.
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