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What They've Never Been

By changerswriter, Rancho Mirage, CA

Why tell me what I need to be?
Why can’t you live with me?
The real me?
I’m your expectation to be.

I’m not gonna bow down.
But I’d have to get away from this town.
It’s too judging, my town of six.
So I’m just gonna take my pick.

I’ll turn around in circles, with my eyes closed.
Anywhere would be better. I won’t be as imposed.
So I’ll turn around,
Not making a sound.

Inside I’ll be crying,
But you won’t think it’s real, so you won’t be buying.
I’ll hang my head, and pick up my bags.
And I’ll envision a sadness that’ll bring down the flags.

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