I have to stop thinking it isn’t me
Because whatever it may be it is always me
Whether in the past or the present it’s always the same
History repeats itself, but doesn’t change
I am who I am and they do not accept
Whoever I am they do not accept
More than once I’ve changed before
But I will always be the same at the core
I try to believe that someday it will be different
But the truth is they are content
With or without me their lives move on
So maybe my presence just seems wrong
I am who I am
And I can only change so much
I am what I am
Is that not enough?
Thanks for sharing this. Beautifully written… Thanks.
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