They tell you being yourself is the best person you can ever be,
But then they judge you,
Expect you to change,
Expect you to become someone you're not.
I'm tired of trying,
Tired of being someone else.
Every minute I'm not myself,
I become someone new.
I've become full of doubts,
Full of hate.
Hate for the people,
Who wanted me to change.
I question myself,
Day after day.
Who am I?
And why should I change?
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