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I am always going, 
Against the grain, 
Being prideful, 
Never showing shame, 
I never listen, 
To what I am told, 
I have my theories 
To me they're gold. 
I stand beside, 
My thoughts and ways, 
But once in a while, 
Just like today, 
I sit a cry, 
And think I am wrong, 
But something so deep, 
Sings to a song, 
Music, a sympathy, 
Of my own tone, 
Alone I think, 
In my small room, 
That maybe I am right, 
By but shouldn't say, 
Should stay to myself, 
On days like today. 
(I had horrible day. I hate having thoughts and opinions. I have decided I need to keep my thoughts to myself and just let everything be the way it is even if I think it’s wrong or I am not happy. I need to find that mask I use to wear. I need to get ride of this voice, this mind of my own that I have developed. I hate being seventeen.)