Simply Being

No one ever sees the ran that falls

Upon a shattered soul.

They see only what they wish to see,

Not what truly is.

So I come across as too naïve,

Too desperate, romantic, weak.

The words become who I am to them,

And it is all they ever see.

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I try to be myself as honestly as I can,

But still I am labeled and continually hurt

Simply for being myself,

For trying to help,

For being honest,

For simply

Being.

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Please don't hate me for who I am;

I trip over my own feet too,

My tongue get tangled,

And I say things I don't mean.

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So, why am I the one who is punished

Hurt and berated

For making mistakes

Just like everyone else?

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It would be nice

If someday I was not

Berated,

Judged

Criticized

Hated

For simply trying

To be.