A Flower In A Field Of Rocks


I am me. 

I am one of a kind.

I don't comply to your societal norms.

I don't hide behind lies.


But, sometimes, I have to pretend. 

Sometimes, me, isn't good enough.

At times, I am forced,

To kill the true Me.


just to please you.


But no more. 

I am me.

I am perfect.


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