And all you want's to do the same,
But you're afraid of who you might be,
And feel restrained,
And fear is what decides your every move,
Of losing all you have.
It's hard when you forget that everyone else,
Is doing all they can,
To hold on to the identity,
That gets them through the day.
We all make ourselves into,
Something, somehow, some way.
And, no, it's not alright,
To let out your frustrations.
That only serves to create enemies,
Of potential champions.
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