I shouldn’t have been verbally and mentally abused
Because I didn’t want to be like you
How do I be myself if I’m pushed to be a exact replica of you
Sometimes I wish we didn’t have the same name
The J.R at the end of my name
Should mean something to you
That I’m not you
I don’t like what you like
Everyone always say stand up for the things you want and like
But how do I stand up to the likes of you
How do a 13 year old boy tell his pops off after so many failed attempts
I guess I’ll put it in this poem
Maybe you’ll finally get it
