I Know What I Am

I am myself and I know what I am:

Dumpy and frumpy and far from glam.

Wandering around in a world of my own,

Busy and troubled and always alone.

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I am myself and I know what I am:

Needy, submissive and meek as a lamb,

But fuming with anger and laden with strife,

Consumed with the fear that I’m in the wrong life.

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I am myself and I know what I am:

My outward persona a ludicrous sham.

Pretending to be what I’m obviously not,

Brimming with secrets and crying a lot.

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I am myself and I know what I am:

Stuffing down sandwiches packed full of ham.

Living my life with my head in the sand,

Smiling at people I really can’t stand.

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I am myself and I know what I am:

A could-have-been mother not pushing a pram.

Stuck in the rut of a comfortable hell,

Know what I want but would never dare tell.

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I am myself and I know what I am:

Falling apart but then who gives a damn?

Empty inside, going mad in my head,

Because of the thing that’s so obviously dead.

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I am myself.  And I know what I am.

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(2007)  (Obviously on a bad day!)

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