I know i'm not the prettiest.
Or even the smartest.
I understand you think you're better than others.
And to others that bothers.
You act all big and bad.
Yet, you get scared when people confront your dad.
You want to take me under your wing.
You think as me as your queen, and you the king.
Yet i'm me, and i'm not you.
Sorry to break it to you boo.
You can't change or tell me what to do.
Things about me, are what make me me.
Do you not see?
I see the act you put on.
You think you have won.
Yet, if you just be you
then people would like you boo.
You can't try to make us like you.
Cause I am me, not you.
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