SELFLESSLY COVERED

The umbrella?
It doesn't matter how wierd it looks,
I would even like it weirder.
As long as it covers me and to my hand it hooks.

Wondering why?
Everyone has a one sided view of me,
Including my parents and I know why.
Not minding what you say, I'm always me.

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