People say I'm too loud,
A troublemaker,
Others say I'm too quiet,
To speak up more.
Some people say I'm too bright,
To dim my light to make it easier for others,
Then they say I'm too depressed,
For doing what they said.
People rarely like me,
Once they hear what I think,
That a society built off of,
Oppressed innocent people,
Is one that
Shouldn't exist.
I gave up,
Trying to please those people,
That was fighting a losing battle,
Now the only people
I listen to,
And those who listen to me.
- r.s.
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