They tell me to be a star,
shining brightly for everyone to see.
I tell them I am a brick in a wall,
not easily spotted.
They tell me to be a written book,
everythng in life predictable.
I tell them I am blank pages,
my life story always changing.
They tell me to be Atlas,
holding the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I tell them I am an ant,
strong but meager.
They tell me to be a bottle,
holding in every emotion.
I tell them I am a door,
opening only to those with my key.
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