People love or hate me either,
for me that would not even bother.
I'm just being myself in a way that matter,
Whatever you'll think of me, I have no care.
I may not have the good looks, smile and skin,
I may be too reckless and have no care.
But I know to myself one thing,
I am just being real, though I care nothing.
God had made me as perfect as others.
To him I was already a shining star.
I don't need to please other people,
just to prove to them that I belong
I have much more to offer by being just me,
than walking around in someone else's shoes.
Trying to live the life of another is a mistake.
It is a masquerade; nothing more than a fake.
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