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A poem written for those times when who you are is never good enough. |
| How can you say to me that I am less How can you know that I wont succeed How can you cherish me yet keep me under your thumb Am I reall that wrong Is it really that bad Must I play to your image of what should be Can't I just be true My LIfe is mine I don't like ruffles of pink I am not made of sugar and spice I am not sweet or pliable Cant you see me for what I am Must you try to hide from the world Take the salple cut away the layers Spread them apart Allow me to breathe Let my eyes see the light Can't you see I am dying Suffocating Let me breathe |