I Am

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I am not free
I wonder, 'Will I ever'
I hear the calls of grace
I see it crystal clear
I want to reach up
I am not trying

I pretend I've reached the hand
I feel their judging eyes
I touch the light rain drops
I worry I'm not fine
I cry tears of acid
I am slowly dying inside

I understand I must smile
I say I'll think it through
I dream, one day my wish will come true
I try to reason with my demons
I hope they'll understand
I am who I am

Read from the bottom up, it's even more sad.

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