Whoever You Are
I could never live a life,
Devoted to your expectations.
Or have my self worth,
Crush by your disapproval.
I could,
However...
Continue to be who I am.
And I will.
Knowing whoever you are,
Depends on from who's mind...
You are defined as you spend time,
In the making of false impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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