Stop Helping
People try to help me,
but can't they see,
that I can't be convince,
ever since,
I know my A,B,C's and 1,2,3's,
I just want to be free,
I can not change,
but in this range,
I'm not being mean,
I don't want to lean,
on someone cause you ain't here,
or with me there,
through hard or good times,
I'm just like mimes,
I speak through my poetry,
just like a tree,
I like to be alone,
so please begone.
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