m o r e
michelle k. arasim

He wanted me to be 'one of them'
I only wanted to be me
I was never on to follow the crowd
For fear of being forgotten
But he insisted on lumping me in
to the cause
To the majority he wished he had
Playing to the crowd
That never paid attention to him
Pretending it was him
Against the world
When it was me - against him
He only wished I'd fit the mold
Join the ranks
I never did
He wished he knew what I wanted
I wanted him
But he couldn't recognize himself
In the guise of being above the rest
He wanted so much less of me
And I couldn't hold it back
I couldn't hold it in
And in the end
It tore us apart

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