No one tells you what to do
And if they do then who?
No one controls your emotions
And if they do then who?
Why should they get to tell you
How to dress or how to act
They should not decipher
What you sing or play
One day they may leave
And then what do you have left
A image that you don't recognize
When you look into the mirror
Or someone different with new eyes
A weird person quiet and queer
You used to be so full of life
Back when you were yourself
You were so refreshing
A new face not changed by society
It was something magnificent to see
All you need is to be yourself
Then you won't lose it
When the times turn tough
So whoever tries to change you
Tell them tough luck
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
