Am
is it so wrong that i'm content?
i do not strive to make myself appear like i am more or less,
i just am.
what is the crime in being?
for i do not add or take away from myself,
i just am.
how do you live with yourself?
you decide to paint on your emotions along with your face,
tricking each person you see because you're fake.
how do i live with myself?
i decide to face my reality each day;
by accepting the truth, however subjective, i partake.
because i just am,
and that's all i can be.
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