Take Me As I Am

Take Me As I Am short poem

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You say I’m rebellious.
That it’s just a phase.
But please listen to me
when I tell you,
that’s not the case.

Some say I’m despicable,
that I’ve lost my morals,
but I’m not the only one,
that their words keep cutting.

Some say that God hates me.
Some say that I’m going to hell.

But how can God hate me,
if he’s the one that made me?

It certainly wasn’t my choice
to have these kinds of feelings
yet most people still make their voice
say all of these hateful things.

Take me as I am,
or never think of me again.

I will not change the way I am,
because I cannot change the way I am.

And I will not let you strip me,
until the lies that you have
forced upon me
are all that remain.

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