Im comfortable just being me
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Am I myself?
Do I show who I am to others?
Who can I be to show other that I am me?
Shall I walk like others do? Or talk like others do?
Should I even wear the same clothes as others?
I touch a rose with thornsBut i dont cryMy finger bleedsBut i don't feel no painI wonder if the pain i dont feel is realBut what is reality is the way it feels
The way that i smile; and the way that i step;
Never underestimate me for the things that i rep.
You may have a certain opinion, but what does that matter to me?
Im too busy doing what i have to do, dont you see?
