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Who am I
Who am I  
 Right now, I am a jock
 I am the guy who I think women want to be with
 I wear the mask that I think society will like
 who am I, a question I always seem to ask
 but yet never have a dominate answer
 I wear this mask till something happens
 till someone judges me, laughs at me or hates me
 then the mask comes off, yet a new one comes on
 now I am loner, the kid who sulks in the corner
 the kid who wants nothing to do with society
 because what society has taken away from me
 is nothing that can be given back
 its taken my dreams my hopes my ambitions
  one person in a world full of people could cause so much havoc
 in just one persons life
 so my mask comes off and a new one comes on
 spinning the wheel to see who I might become
 so now I am a prep
 I buy the cloths that I can’t afford
 I wear the shoes I absolutely hate
 but will I fit into society now
 is this what I have to do to fit in
 to make new friends that wont turn their backs on me
 to make plans on a Friday night but ditch me in the last second
 so who am I,
 am I the emo kid with black hair and Metallica shirts
 who wears eye liner to show how dark he really is
 none of what you see is real,
 everything is a figment of your imagination
 but one day I will run out of masks
 and what you will see, is me
 and I pray that society will accept me
 the me that laughs at jokes that are not funny
 the me that likes to sing in the hallways at school
 the me that you will miss dearly when I am gone
 because one day I will be gone
 somewhere far away
 to the highest mountains
 the ends of the earth to the galaxies near and far
 but here, is the only place where I cant be me
 because no matter who I am or what I become
 they will always judge, they will always judge me
 they will have the audacity to throw my face in the mud
 and tell me I need to change
 to become fake like botox on a women's face
 like make-up that hides the prettiest girl
 under shades of black and blue to make a women
 what god did intend not to
 but I grow tired of change
 I grow tired of living to expectations
 so from now on you will see me
 me to infinity
 because every day till the day I die
 I will bleed my true colors
 and no matter what you say, what they say
 I will be me, the me society needs to see and needs to understand
 because if you don’t know me, the real me
 then who are you, are you so above everyone else
 that you criticize me and tell me I am wrong and different
 that I will never fit into society so long as I live and walk on this earth
 well look in the mirror, I am no different than you
 the only thing that is different is the cloths on my back and the shoes on my feet
 but I dare you, before you criticize me and judge me before you make me feel like nothing
 put on my shoes, become the real me, become the real you
 the you only your parents see, the privileged see, at this time and this time only, never always
 so I dare you, I quadruple dog dare you to become you
 throw away the mask you make hide the fake personalities
 and see who you are see how different you are from everyone else
 and then come back to me with open eyes, eyes that have seen what I have seen my whole life
 and then tell me, am I what you judged me to be am I the one that you perceived me to be
 and when you see the real me all I ask is that you do not judge me
 just listen to my voice as it screams out like the chorus in a church
 thats all I could ask of any one person weather it be here or on the other side of the world
 to accept me for who I am to never judge me for who I believe is me

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