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I once dreaded people misunderstanding me
To the degree that each clarification was a desperate plea
For the truth in me to be seen
Especially when my good intentions were mistaken as mean
But in time, I realized
that I could either speak freely, or forever fear being despised
I could be happy, or I could fret that my words weren't right
And it was so hard to talk when my chest was so tight
Instead, I chose my words so well, just to find myself in the same hell
at the end of the road my words paved, I said fuck it, oh well
No matter what, I'll probably be misunderstood anyway
So I won't be tentative anymore, I'll just say what I have to say.