Myself

Standard

It seems I must always be

A child-wife

An unsophisticated

Friend who needs your

Polite taps on the hand

Keep them to yourself

The only song in the world

Isn’t about you

I am not a protégé, I’ve known

Things before you

Asking questions of you

That was a grace

I held you in such high

Esteem

I did not need you to tell me what you

Are, I needed to explain something to

Myself.

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