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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