This poem is somewhat burlesque but the ironic word play is meant to be light and funny. There's hidden meaning in some phrases... I hope you enjoy it! <3
Before, when I was afraid to be me, I looked at others and tried to be a copy. Mimic all their motions, repeat the same moves... Maybe then I can follow all their rules? I tried to not be so different, so lame, but being a replica just wasn't the same! No matter how hard I would try, all my hellos looked like goodbyes! My left was a little too right, my dark had too much light. All my stands were full of sitters, my all alones had visitors! I learned following where others lead, will never let your YOU be free! So I'll be the ‘You’ who was made exactly. I won't let others additions subtract me. I'll allow my no mores to be agains, I'll be just exactly who I am!
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