I hate when I try to be foolish,
I hate when I try to be cool,
I can't believe how I am acting,
as if am a fool..........
Little things count,
no matter what's said,
the reason I am mad.
I hate when I am quiet,
I hate when I am slick,
I hate when I have to be,
the greatest kid,
But I am the kid…..
Meaningless words,
they do count,
if there's a reason,
I Love me so much,
than speak up.
BECAUSE as of now I am sure what I need?
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