Fit the mold.
Pour myself into your idea of perfection.
It never works though.
It's never good enough.
Give an inch, you want a yard,
A mile.
Where should I draw the line?
When do I stand and say, "This is me,
And I love myself."
When do you look at me and say, "I see you,
And I love you as you are."
I'm taking my life back.
I can't undo the past,
But surely I can shape the future.















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