From Last to Now

​Everytime I bring up the fact that I’m becoming more myself

You bat it away like a player up to bat
Everytime I try to tell you that

I’m uncomfortable with you identifying me for me

You act like I’m a burden.                       even though you say I’m not

I’m happier now, but it still stings.

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