Chip on my Shoulder

Lack of belief compounds

Shapes and molds the center piece

Formalities splatter and stain

But the drive is a long never ending road

Crying and dying alone is at peace

Acceptance of my identity

lays silently in my palm

I reside in the choices

But you continue to stare at me

As incapable and childish

Accomplishing more than the seed you grew

Pushing and pulling to create proof

that I can be whatever I choose to be

Thank you for gently placing

the chip on my shoulder

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