Maybe I'm not quite what you want,
fallen short of the plans you have for me.
But I'll tell you now, and listen well,
for I never shall be what you want me to be.
I'm happy enough as I am now,
with my own hands at life’s reigns.
And I don't need you perched upon my shoulder,
trying to direct all my things.
Maybe I didn't turn out the way you saw,
and ended up nothing like your dreams.
But I'll say it now, once again for the road,
you have no control over my means.
I love myself as I stand for now,
and the life I live so lovely.
And I don't care whatever it is you want,
for I'm just going to be me
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Author:
Just Another Fellow (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 13th, 2018 22:06
- Category: Unclassified
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