I am like a rose with many layers
I resemble in body a person standing in white while the world is in black
I resemble in spirit a light lost in the dark
I imagine the future and all it’s wonders
I care about the crying child without its parents
I am me
I will be powerful and stand tall against the tide
I can do what I choose
I cannot live without identity
I am standing here looking out
I want significance
I often say what’s on my mind
I have heard others say what is on the crowd’s mind
I guess things are about to change
I know myself like the back of my hand
I regret my self-isolation in the one lone room
I am me
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