Just Me

Tell me what you think of me?

How can you judge me today?

Nobody will look and see me for my inside. 

Tomorrow, I’ll be breezin in red studded skinny jeans,

a black t, wearin my skull on a chain.

Blarin’ Green Day on the radio.

Maybe I’ll flip my hair back, put my feet on the furniture.

But today I’m kickin’ it easy sweats and a pair of sneakers.

Lazily dreaming at the clouds,

you think life’s gone wrong for me.

But I’m just being me.

They saw me yesterday in white blouse and dark blue-jeans,

walking down the street, books in my hand.

Just going to the library.

They assumed me to be,

a student or philosopher of some breed.

And just so today, Mozart’s on my mind,

and I find myself dreaming of another place in time,

but no matter where my mind might drift,

a single thought, looms high overhead.

I’m just me. Carrie I’ll be

and I’am fine with just being me.