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Created on: May 29, 2011
I am so that you will be
I am your voice of reason, a voice of truth that is misguided
By your own doubts, your fears and your thunders
I am on the way side, when all you ever wanted was to be real
I am the one that takes away all that you ever wanted
And then some
All that you have dreamed of and turned into a mess
Do not detest this verdict; for you, yourself have put you there
I am your challenge, your misdirection
When all you ever wanted was a map to the Why?
You look towards the sky for some form of dignity
When in fact; you sold that down the road, when it suited you
I am your faith, in which you said would never waiver
Yet, when my eyes are closed, you take the high road claiming innocence
You try to avoid what life actually has acquired you
In this line of reasoning, there are no chances of going back; not now
I am you; who wishes for a better day
A better way to live your life
A better way to cry without showing who you really are
A person who seeks out justice and the all American way
I am YOU... I am your brother, your sister, your Mother
I am who you always wanted to be yet, didn't know how to be you
I am the one who is there, when you don't even know who you are anymore
Through life there are better days and in hopes that days get better
I am self doubt filled with rage
A raging war inside your head
You now have the chance for a rebuttal
I am the muted voice that will always give you trouble
So be yourself, don't try to be anybody else
Love the way you only know how to love
Forgive and forget, yourself and others
Love who you are and whom you love
It's all up to you... so what are you waiting for...
Get going and just love, live and seek out happiness
Be the person you always wanted to be.... alive & free..
And finally the chance to be okay to finally be just me...
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