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I is who I is

sometimes I
don't know
what I should be
what I should say
not sure if it's worth it
or ever will be
not trying to whine
but the struggle gets lonely
too many rules
people put on themselves
then on my wrist
like restraints
I need to be free
I need to be me
as hard as that can be
I is who I is

I know the cost
of being so stubborn
friends come and go
I just don't know
how to walk that line
between my and their needs
the enemy is me
angry and raw
with lots of love
so they pick out parts they want
then throw the rest away
guess I'm too much
can't be phony
my heart's not in it
unless I'm all in it
I is who I is

sometimes I hate me
most times I love me
that's why I'm never changing
my circle is small
at least I know it's real
they understand how I feel
not putting on fake faces
still my mind runs races
always trying for perfection
but fall short more often than not
if majority rules
then I couldn't be more shunned
I'll be wondering why I'm so fucked up
till my dying day
so with a bitch mother fuck
from the bottom of my lower intestine
know this
I is who I is