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Who Am I ?

Take my shirt off and stab me in the back 

I know that you don’t want me back,

It hurts and I surrender, my heart is cold drained and discarded

When I was young I never knew how life could be so cruel especially if you act the fool

But I cannot change my spots they are what I am what I have become, not a actor or a puppet not a thing not a muppet.

 I am me unique and different what makes me bad makes me good but this is my undoing my makeup is engrained 

I cannot match expectation for I am who I am and for this I am dammed and hanged on a rope around my neck that tightens to take my breath

 I belong to those who care those who want and love me there, but these are few but loyal to the end, my real, my real, my bestest friends

What my Daddy said to me

Free Will Prison

You can’t say this.

You can’t say that.

You can’t do this.

You can’t do that.

It’s a prison full of rats.

So please set me free.

The uk is a  prison.

It grinds the masses down.

You can’t even swear, or you will be shot down

I want to be free from this so call democracy

I want to say and do as I please 

Not be governed by rules that suffocate the life from me. 

I ain’t being ruled by no majority

Because I am unique and god made me to be free

If I wanna shout and let my hair down 

I should not be criticised by the mice that are hanging around

I hate the jealousy of people who declare that they have personality,

When it obviously isn’t there. 

I’m not here to please the masses

As long as I feel fulfilled

I will be an individual and live with a Free Will !

James Larkhill