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I am me.


Who am i? I am not you. I have always lived in your shadow and always had your face But i am not you. Am i the disgrace you say i am, living to disappoint you at every convenience? Am i the disrespect you ever so strongly accuse me of? Am i the pain you said i caused over my 18 years of living? Or am i just a carbon copy, replicated fiber by fiber to accomplish all you used to hope and dream? I could easily be all of this, but trust me.. I am not you. I am not the bitterness you've aquired over your short stint on this rotating rock. I am not the hatred you've grown to embody due to life giving you the backhand. I am not a slave to my fellow man, created to serve the ungrateful and self absorbed. I definitely am not the traits that riddle and reek with the scent of you... I am not you. I will never be you for i am me. I have been hated but have never given way to hate. I have been scorned but somehow i have never seeked  to hurt or avenge. I have been in love but never with someone you'll approve of. I have dreamed so vividly, my eyes have made it almost tangible. I am the joy you said i have never been, mother. I refuse to drown deep in your Never's and No's... I am not you. I am me. I am me. Please know that i am me. I will never be you.
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