I'm sorry that I am such a nuisance.
I'm sorry that when I am around you,
you are repulsed by who I am.
If I change for you, I won't be myself.
But that seems to be what you don't like about me, me.
So I will change, conform to what you think I should be.
I will live according to what you find tolerable.
That seems to be what you want.
I will not disappear, but I will mutate into your creation.
I will no longer think or act for myself.
A puppet controlled by a ruthless master.
I will no longer be me.
I will be the molded, broken, compressed version of me.
Yet, that seems to be the only way I am acceptable.
Today I am me, tomorrow I will be the me you want me to be.
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