i know i am not
who you wanted me to be.
it was never meant to be that
way yet you still hope for the best.
i will never change my ways
for someone who expects me
to become like them exactly.
don't expect what is not
going to come. i am who
i am, you are who you are.
let's live our different ways
and move on with the world,
i won't be controlled,
won't be told what to do.
only doing what is best for me
is the memo right now.
nothing else matters
more than being me.
what you say or do will
never matter if you
have an agenda against
everything i am.
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