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Oct 2018
They want me to be me,
but not the me that I am
They want the me
that they need me to be

They want me to be they're fan
The one person they think is perfect
The me that they want me to be

They think I means you
and me means I,
because you want me
to be the me that needs you

And if I need you,
you think I want you
and then you seem to think
that I am lower than you

So why am I selfish
for wanting to be me
when you don't know you
So you try to be me,
but you don't know me

And you don't care do you
You don't know you
and you don't know me
but  all you really want

Is for me to be you,
because you means someone else
and me depends on who's talking

So next time you tell someone else
that you don't like me,
remember that me
also means you

And when you tell me
that I don't like him,
remember that him
also means you
This might not make sense, but it makes sense to me.
Written by
Starkeeper  M/South- Africa
(M/South- Africa)   
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