So what is it you want from me? My pride My dignity My individuality? Why is it that you must always criticize me? No matter what I do No matter what I say There you are To tell me what it is I’m doing wrong; Is it the way I stand? Back straight Eyes ahead Chin up Is it the way I talk? Soft spoken With a slight accent Loud at times Is it the way I walk? The way I listen? The way I feel? Or is it because I’m not like you Totally opposite And that I know who I am Am happy with who I am And you don’t like that... In your enemy.Birth sign: Scorpio
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