I'd rather be hated for who I am
than be loved for who I'm not
but why is it so wrong
to be like me for once?
i've tried thinking outside of the coffin
and I think it's killing me
this lack of insecurity is
finally getting to me
but through all my mistakes
you always forgave
and love me for who I am
so if this is the end
I wish you could have me
for who I should've been
I'm ready to throw all of this behind me
down on my knees, i'm still blinded
trying to understand how you still love me
after all that I've done, all that I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem