The Cub Your Mother Warned You About (jrcubindy) wrote,
The Cub Your Mother Warned You About

You tell me you define me.
You tell me what I should eat,
How I should act,
Who I should see.

You say I am nothing.
You call my music trash,
My movies dull,
My thoughts absurd.

You say I do this too much;
You say I must do that instead
You say I must become as you are.

I look at you; your flat clothes and hair,
I hear the dull strains of you music,
I gaze at everything you are and I ask a single question:

"Who are YOU?"
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