Just Me

Written 2 March 1991

I would like to believe

The things that I’ve been told

I would like to be that image

Of the vision that they hold

But I was born so different

And I wish for the choice to decide

To stay that happy child I was

Before the years I cried

Sometimes all is lost and

Much I do in vain

But all I’ve got is myself

And it’s just me again and again

So excuse me for being rude

And throwing you out my door

But all my life what have I had

Except the urge to always have more

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

I felt a bit like crying. I don't know why. A really powerful, profound poem. ;(