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I have no problem,
With being who I am,
So what's your issue with it.
There's nothing wrong with expressing yourself,
Dressing how you want,
And being an individual.
I'm proud to be who I am,
And you should be too,
Because each one of us matters.
Be who you dream to be,
Despite what others tell you,
You can be something more.
I don't care what people think,
I wish more people were like that,
Focused in making themselves happy.
Instead too many people worry,
Of what others think of them,
So they try to make those people happy.
With being who I am,
So what's your issue with it.
There's nothing wrong with expressing yourself,
Dressing how you want,
And being an individual.
I'm proud to be who I am,
And you should be too,
Because each one of us matters.
Be who you dream to be,
Despite what others tell you,
You can be something more.
I don't care what people think,
I wish more people were like that,
Focused in making themselves happy.
Instead too many people worry,
Of what others think of them,
So they try to make those people happy.
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A lot of people are ridiculed for how they look/what they listen to/who they hang out with, etc. This poem is about being happy with who you are
I wrote this after a personal experience, and I was just like "I like who I am. Since when have you had a say in who I'm supposed to be?" There's also a little bit of BVB inspiration in here
I hope you guys like it
Poem (c) Me-
I wrote this after a personal experience, and I was just like "I like who I am. Since when have you had a say in who I'm supposed to be?" There's also a little bit of BVB inspiration in here
I hope you guys like it
Poem (c) Me-
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