I Am...
I Am...
Not the person i wanted to be,
the strong, kind-hearted man that people look up to,
the one who has high hopes and dreams
the one that makes his parensts proud
but instead
I Am...
The one people look down on,
becuase I don't act like them,
because i dont know what I'm doing in life,
I am...
Hoping that I can change,
into someone better
the person I dream of being,
I am...
HOPEFUL
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