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Sometimes
My anger
Makes me
Question
Who I am
But then
I remember
I am the girl

Who refused
Out of principal
To be who
I was told to be
Who refused
Be the coockie
Cutter good girl
You once
Thought I was

And tortured me for
The one who
Was too afraid
To break the rules
When in reality
The rules
Meant
Nothing
To me

Because it
Was you
Who scared me
But no more
For the sake
Of my soul
And my sanity
You are forgiven
And I will not

Be at the mercy
Of you
Ever again
As of today
I declare
Myself finally

And forever
Free