I know what I stand for and what I believe.
Impressing no one, just being me.
Not the kind of person to backstab someone,
The one that’s there until the job's done.
Why can't you and me just get along,
I wanna be me is that so wrong! ?
If you try to change me get ready to hear this,
'Who do you think you are you crazy... witch! ? '
Once you hear that I know you'll change your mind,
And know that there will never be a next time!
So once you're gone I can be happy,
Not being you just being me!
Written: After my mom and I were arguing sometime around Thanksgiving of '08!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem