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Who are you?
I wrote this poem when I was feeling so down after being badly critised by my supervisor
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Who are you, who are you
When I am confident, you called me arrogant
I know, I know that you know better
With years of experience and holding a Master

Who the hell are you
to threaten me in the guise of advise?
to destruct my individuality
beneath the mask of correction

Oh, you
I am not you, can't you see?
You put up a show just to fool me
When I was explaining you twisted saying I am being defensive
Even trying to garner support from my friends to humiliate me
To break me, to see me cry
For what? For what?
I was just speaking my mind
Ah, yes...how could I forget
You said I tried so hard to impress
When actually I was just giving my best
I am still young, but what's that have to do with it?
What is it that you want?
When I talk, did you listen?
When I see shades of grey, why do you have to drag me
force me to see life in monochoromatic?
Who are you? Who are you?
To destroy my life just because you've ruined yours
To protect your fake reputation by crushing mine?

But I don't care
by the end of the day I realised
I am not you
I am not going to end up like you
From now on I am strong
Your words are not going to affect me
It goes like the wind through bricks
You take your high expectation with you
Because I don't need it
You take your ego too
Because I have my own

I may be young and less experienced
Yet I have an understanding of
what it felt to be downtrodden, trampled and torn
being broken and alone
From your misdeeds I regain my strength
From my humiliation, I plant seeds of revenge
My revenge won't be as low as yours
Nor will it be as dramatic
Let me just pick up myself
lick my wounds and get up
and walk away from you
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