You want me to deny who I am,
To be who you want me to be.
Erase my identity.
Destroy individuality.
I am just a child.
I do want to act older.
For the world will only get colder.
And memories get stuffed into folders.
Can I drain the blood from my veins?
I cannot cut away parts of who I am,
But maybe I can.
And I'd bury them in the sand.
According to you, I am not alright.
I need to change.
I act too strange.
But you are all the same.
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