Being Me Poem by Frandy Osias Louis

Being Me



I'm RaCiN' WiT' TiMe
I WaNnA FaSt FoRwArD
BuH I'm StUcK On ReWiNd
LyFe HaS A CoSt
ItS JuSs HaRd To UnDeRsTaNd
No MaTtEr HoW HaRd It BeCoMeS
CaN'T ExPeCt NoOnE To HoLd YoUr HaNd
I FeEL ChAiNeD By My EmOtIoNs
BuT My HeArT Is WhAt MaKeS Me SeE
So I SaY ThAnK YoU To EveRyOnE
WhO JuSs ExCePtS Me 4 BeInG ME

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