Another poem.
I’m tired of being who you want me to be
I just want to be me
I’m through with trying to change
I’m perfectly OK with being strange
I don’t know who you’re trying to make me be
I don’t understand why I can’t be me
So drug me up and tear me down
I won’t argue, I won’t make a sound
Break me down if it feels right
Break me down if it takes all your might
I won’t argue, I won’t cry
Because I’m so much more,
Than what meets your eye
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