Respect Me

If this is how I feel,
why hurt my feelings?

I’m only seeing what my eyes allow,
why blur my vision?

I’m only speaking the words I know,
so why twist my words around?

If what I taste is sweet,
why make it bitter?

If I can smell the roses,
why should I smell the garbage?

If I’m just being me,
why don’t you just let me be?

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