Me I

Sometimes… I don’t know who I am.

I react the way I’ve been taught to react,

I talk the way it is expected to talk.

Who did this to me?

Why did they do it?

Why brainwash someone into being

Who you want them to be?

I am me.

Not perfect,

Not holy,

Not in the least.

I am on my own.

I am alone.

I like and dislike it at the same time.

I am the only one of my kind in the world

And I like it that way…

So if you don’t like me that way,

I have two words for you:

Bless you,

And may you have a good life ahead.

2007.02.04