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This poem is about people trying to tell me who to be... i guess i just got sick of it all and i had to get it out


Submitted:Dec 26, 2010    Reads: 55    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


I can hear you talking to me

saying how I should smile more

how I should be happier

But its all too much

I just have to say

horus:

Dont try to change me

Just let me be myself

Dont tell me who to be

I am who I want to be

Just let me wear my red shoes

Just let me be different

Me and my different Red shoes

Let me make my own shoeprint

In this world of black and white shoes

Let me be that splash of colour

This splash called red

You try to change me

And have this mold i outta fit in

Clearly im not good enough

Cause my features

Come with faults

You want one but you need the other

(Chorus)

Everyday i stare at the mirrior

Try to minimize my flaws

So you wont tell me what i already know

And make me feel bad about them





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