I Am Not

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I am not a doormat

For you to wipe your putrid feet

I am not an underling

For you to boss around

I am not an idiot

For you to enlighten

I am not invisible

For you to ignore

I am not a sucker

For you to fool

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I am not your marionette

For I will strangle you with your strings

I am not someone you can roll your eyes near

For I will see that and make your life miserable

I am not going to allow your dirty looks

For I will poke your eyes out

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I am not going to feel bad by anything you say

For you are too easy to squash

I am not going to let it slide

For you need to learn a lesson

I am not going to seek revenge

For you have caused your own inner turmoil

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