by Lara Sadowski

You don't know me, but you judge me. You can't see me, yet you picture me. You don't feel me, and yet you touch me. You've never really heard me, so why do you claim to understand me? You are lost, yet you tell me where to go with my life. You aren't me, yet you try to define me. You don't know yourself, but you still claim you can describe me. You can't seem to see, You don't want to grasp That understanding, judging and defining a person just can't be. I am who I am, and there's too much to fully encompass; I am everything and nothing, I am something and anything, I am - I just am. Let me be me.

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