My own


I'm tired of people telling me what's good for me.
Being happy isn't something you can choose for me.
Sadness is nothing you can lose for me.
This isn't something that comes easy,
You can't force me,
To be
What you want
I will write in a different font;
Live my life on a different front.
My life has just begun;
All my songs now being sung;
All my battles starting to be won,
And this life is all my own.

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