I cry
Does that make me weak?
I care
Does that make me ignorant?
I laugh
Does that make me happy?
I lie
Does that make me bad?
I love
Does that make me vulnerable?
I pray
Does that make me religious?
I write
Does that make me a geek?
I act out
Does that make me a disgruntled youth?
I get depressed
Does that make me dark?
I get angry
Does that make me dangerous?
I feel
Does that make me less of a person?
I cry
Does that make me weak?
Not all that you see is what I am
Not all that I do paints a picture
You can’t describe me in just one word
So don’t bother me with your stricture
I can act how I want, and be who I am
Without any help from you
So why try to change something you can’t?
Or try and tell me what to do?
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