Is it me talking
Or is it them talking
Through my mouth
Is there a difference
They’ve surrounded me
Since my entrance
It can’t be
That I do
As they say.
I am not a model
Of clay
Which they shape and mold
I can’t be inside as cold
So I tell them
This is me
And I hope they’ll
Let Me Be

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