Meekly
I am...
What I came to be
Not fully developed
Rich in the ability to learn
Wealthy in a blooming mindset
I am...
Subject to the consequence of my own idividualtiy
A boy who learned how to be man
From the repitition
Of all the events I never wanted to occur
I am...
Meekly aware of my labels
And profoundley opposed to any idea
There are constraints to who
I will become
I am..
Comprised of absolute rejection
To a future that will amount to nothing
I will never strive to be the same
Being different is who... I am
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