All of You

You don’t accept me for who I am. Not you or you or you or you.

As far back as I can remember. Not one of you. You all want me to BE something – someone that I’m not.

OK maybe I haven’t always known who I am. But I’m not her or her or her or her.

And how was I supposed to figure it out? With you and you and you and you there – waiting for me to become her and her and her and her.

I don’t think I’m crazy. But all I’ve been saying is, “It’s me and me and me and me!”

 

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[Ricky]

I'm Sorry.