I suffer too much for just being me,
I have an infatuation with being real
So, that is why I pay such an awful fee.
Being frank and honest may never
promote me ahead,
But I possess great peace of mind when
resting upon my bed.
I dislike throwing rocks and hiding in my
hands
Or faking a smile to meet the approval
of man.
Phony folks are so numerous and real
people are so rare
And whenever you act yourself, you get
the heat of the world's stare.
This dog-eat-dog affair is a game that the
whole world plays
While the good morals of our society are
buried under decay.
So go on my brothers, my sisters
And become what the world would have
you to be,
For I have already signed life's comfort,
I've got to be me
I've Got to be Me
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this is my favorite poem so far
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