You’ll Be Who You’ll Be

Youll Be Who Youll Be short poem

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There was a time
where one once told me
There’ll be moment
when you’ll be who you’ll be
I didn’t know it then
but I know it now

That sometimes you have to choose
between the good and the bad
the wanted and the right
And feel the felt response
that you’re doing what’s right
Give a smile you’ve never worn
Show someone they’re not alone
because those choices decide who you are
Who you have become
and who you will be

You won’t be able to do it all day
You’ll get angry
get upset
Want to do it your way
Not want to hear what they say
want to argue
want to scream
But that’s okay
Only when it’s not
because you were given a choice as they say
To make up for your mistakes
encoded in DNA
To push against a tidal wave
of the new generation
that has been given the self absorbed title

When given a choice
follow your heart
don’t follow a friend
that’s how it all starts
Just like that one person told me
There will be a moment
When you’ll be who you’ll be

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