I am what I am
a pure piece of junk,
or rather a filthy satiric punk
I live in my own sway,
and you cant mold me into your way
I may not be perfect to fit your surrounding
but I am ME
and am sorry I cant become you… cant you just see
am tired of walking into your shoes,
tired of your repeated woes
you cant take me anymore,
no, even I cant; no more
I might be a looser,
or a flunked duffer
but I am what I am,
and I love myself the way I am
you say I don’t fit in your crowd,
for that I would rather say, I am proud
I never matched your footsteps,
and never you made an attempt to get along with my steps
I might be selfish and insane,
but you are the one who made me wane
I degraded and fell apart,
and you mocked me, saying I was a retard
but now I have found the lost ME
happy to be detached from the so-called WE
and now that’s how I am
and I now know WHAT I AM!!!
I don’t love u anymore,
no, I don’t trust you; no more,
soar throat, no words to yell,
rusted soul, no stories to tell,
slashed wrist, with blood stitched,
plagued soul, being already ditched,
mute lips, speaking a thousand words,
lame eyes, wandering hundred of miles,
abyss of darkness trapped in fumes,
buried in hatred with sinful tunes,
no, I don’t love you anymore,
and I cant trust you; no more.
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