Picture Me

Picture me in a different way.

A way no one else can see and only you can survive.

But will your version of me really be better

Than what I’m meant to be?

You simply cannot tell one: be this, be that without a reason.

What is it derived from?

Your new me, I mean.

Is it my personality you wish to change

Or simply a flaw that only you see?

I cannot change, I wish not to change.

For even if you picture me

As what you say a better me,

Nothing will change.

For everyone will have different opinions

And if all I do is be who everyone wants me to be,

I will never simply be me.

The End

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