I'm a smurf-imposter
As the smurf-imposters skip merrily, picking at berries...you begin to
ponder "I wonder why they need all those berries? What so special
about them that the smurf-imposter love?" And it's in the middle
of this envious emotion do you realize you always wanted to be a smurf
yourself. All those childhood years were you outcasted for being a
smurf-imposter no longer hurt. In fact it all makes sense. You simply
didn't fit, you just needed to be with those that are like
you.
