Existentialism 1
Expect me to be what I want to be,
Xeroxing all that I see in my mind,
In order to keep from remaining blind,
Subjected to what others think of me.
Try, thee, to keep me from having a free
Existence, while being both cruel and kind,
Never keeping me from trying to find
The desire to want to pay that fee.
I ultimately have the right to choose
Any path that I am willing to take,
Learning that these choices may leave a bruise.
Insecure folks fake the moves that they make,
Submitting to the news of others views,
More times or less for someone else's sake.
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