I see you framed within the pane
of a stained glass window,
the warmth of dawn
crashing through its technicolor glaze
with the fervor of an untamed wave
of burning rays that peer into my soul
with kaleidoscope eyes

Looking around, nothing to do,

should I be me or somewhat like you?

Everyone standing in groups more than two,

should I be me or dress like you do?

Sometimes I don't even know how I feel,

is this a dream because it seems so real.

Changing my ways just to be like them,

doesn't sound like the perfect end.

To be myself is what I'd do,

individuality is what makes you be you.

Nobody can take it,

it's yours to keep.

Don't change for no one,

or you won't be unique.

There's no right answer,

but this question is for you...

Would you be me or would you be you?

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Subsequently you resent thee,

for the loathing that you hide.

No condoning, just corroding,

as it's spiraling inside.

Subsequently you resent thee,

for the answers I sustain.

Condescending, your pretending,

that your mending hearts of pain.

Contradicting and deflecting,

all your negligence in vain.

While I'm condoning without showing,

beneath I see where truths remain.