I Am Me
I see the world in a short way,
Forever wondering why everyday.
A hard past that belongs to me,
I wonder how it came to be.
But looking down, you'll see a happy smile,
And you think everything will be alright for awhile.
Being modest, I am not,
For I consider myself a jester.
You ask who I am?
Well, my name is Lester.
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