For people who dont like me (a poem)

I am me, i am free
i am happy with who i want to be
but i want to be more
so i open the door
and i ask you to come
but you lie on the floor

you dont know me so how can you judge
how can you say i am bad,
you sit there on your iron throne
throwing mud
and nothing seems to change
and this makes me sad.

you think you know better
you think you are just
you think the world is simple
but you barely scratch the crust
things are hard for people like me
but i am happy, i am free

no more sz to drag me down
no more worries on my crown


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