I Am Me
Many people know the season
But many people know not me
I am more than your Instagram pictures
Of your dog playing in the leaves
I am the purest of aesthetics
Not for my face or my hair
For the light, that shines in my eyes
Through society's judgemental cries
I am a body
That society claims
Is "Too Fat For Fame"
This world should be ashamed
I am a personality
That holds true to time
Who loves their friends
Even if they're Bi
I am a mind
With thoughts as fruitful, as a wild grapevine
Whose morals stand at the very core
Shaping me since I was Born
Most of all
Through nights of pain
And hours of hurtful cries
I am me
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