they try to change
you,
but your leopard
spots
stay in tact.
you can't go left
when your
hand says right.
this is how you
eat, you
sleep, you speak,
how you bleed
and write.
it's who you are.
the dye is cast.
the mold
set and thrown
away. every cliché
so worn and tired,
is true.
take it or leave,
but don't try
and change me
and i'll try,
but no promises,
to do the same for you.
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