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I hear and see all
Answer me something
If you treat others
The way you treat me
Who will be there when you fall
Who will come when you call
You treat people like me
As prisoners of your
Own twisted fantasy
But its about time I
Set myself free
I define myself
You don't define me
You can't control me
And you don't own me
I am sick of the old me
The me who was content
Being who you wanted
Me to be
I much prefer the new me
The me who knows
I am better than
What little credit
You have given me
The real me
You just don't see
And for that I am sorry
But from now on
I will embrace
My individuality
I will love me for me