For some reason you feel like you can look down on me.

I am not a rock.

Not something you can just kick because in your path I'm a block.

Why don't you just see?


I am here screaming.

I am here holding my head held high.

As you try to push harder and harder being so demeaning.

You are so lucky you're life is as easy as pie.


Get over yourself.

Stop conforming to anything you can imagine.

Become something not stuck on a shelf.

Because you will not be my end.

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