Who I Am
Why do I do everything wrong?
My hair
My beard
My old shoes
Not up to your standards
They are who I am
The man that I have become
My ideas are different than yours
They always have been
They always will be
I like the way I am
I chose to be this way
Why can’t you accept that?
I am not the Wall Street type
I cannot work the old 9 to 5
Routine doesn’t fit me
Hell, I don’t even own a suit
That’s the way I like it
I am who I am
That is all I can ever be
Accept me or don’t
That is your choice
It really doesn’t matter
I will still be me
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