I have seen your world, your Justices and more
let mine be different
for as clever and strong
your truths may seem
they are all but lines to me
Some tested, some not yet learnt.
I've lived my life
and I shall live
the way I chose to breath
and as you find me
weak and dull, I bid you well
and ask you to leave
My centre is me.
For you can say that I was right
you can say that I'll be wrong
that I was bad or high or low
but never do think
I'll let you stand
Judge for me to be
I shall make my own mistakes
Even as I see you frown
As long as I fight, As long as I'll sheild
I'll feel some truths and etch some lies
and you,sadly
will be there and still not see
that I was strong,but
weaker than you think
"My centre is me"
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