i don’t hear your no
because I did not ask a question.
i don’t accept your story
of who I am.
you call me a rebel
and i suppose i am
in your eyes, but
in my eyes i am me.
me
i don’t hear your no
because I did not ask a question.
i don’t accept your story
of who I am.
you call me a rebel
and i suppose i am
in your eyes, but
in my eyes i am me.
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I love this poem! It’s just so true how people always have a different version of who you are and how you’re supposed to be and try to tell you who you are… but at the end of the day, one has to now oneself despite what everybody else says/thinks!
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