I can be you, or I can be them
I can be she, or I can be him
but why be a con artist of someone else
like a shadow to my best friend, when I
can be my own person, a unique creation
created in the image of God but representin my own reflection
because I don't wanna see you, them, she, or him in the mirror
I wanna see me through my own eyes, 20/20 vision, but clearer
but the more I conform, the image of someone else draws nearer
and I begin to lose sight of myself, look back in the mirror, and see myself in the rear
a shadow to another figure, a copy of a personality
livin' out another person's dreamed out reality
copying what they think, and succumbing to conformity
but that ain't me....
what you see visually and how I appear physically
is what makes me comfortable, that's why I'm an independent, politically
I don't follow the norms and rules of what's most accepted socially
the only commandments I live by are the ones given Biblically
I ain't  the best saint though, I mean I do sin every day
but the only one I wanna copy is Jesus Christ, in every possible way
on the other hand, Satan is out there,
trynna tempt me on how to act and even what words I say
he's out offering me drinks, but I reply, "I'm okay"
cause I don't care if "everyone else is doin' it"
I just live how I like to live, that's what makes me a true non-conformist

I dress how I wish and not because it's in style
I keep my hair big, I do whatever makes me smile
I'm not trynna impress you or fit into your clique
I don't give women pick-up lines and act like I'm slick
I'm me, just me, no facades, just real
and if you can't accept that, then move forward but don't steal
the things that make me special, from my poems to my appeal
so don't try to change me and keep my uniqueness concealed
I could care less about your thoughts and any of your judgements
I refuse to give your words power, I can make your points become pointless
I'm not trynna be harsh, I just love to be different
I wanna be an original and keep my vibe realistic
not a second you, but a first me, no counterfeit
I try to keep up with what God said in Matt 26
verse 41, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak
so pray not to give into temptation and stay on your feet
I encourage us to keep our standards and what makes us unique
and accept anyone else who doesn't wanna repeat
everything you say, and everything you do
sometimes it's the people that are different that come off the most true
because they're not sayin or actin' in ways that you approve
they're given you their honest opinion, you should keep them closest to you
don't conform, forget what people want you to be
just be yourself, not a copy of reality TV.

so many things in my life have been a lie.
        i mean it's not really anyones fault but mine.
thats the thing though,
     the faults.
we all falter, and alter, and change how we are.
  but why?
        why do i always think its necessary to be someone else?
stories make me more interesting..
       but for how long?
my memory is so good because
   i got myself into a big mess and i have to keep all the lies i tell in line.
i did this with her
     (and she did this to me)
lies about telling the truth.
    what is the truth, really?
i'm not sure
    if i'll ever know.

Oh you think I care
What about now?

Nothing will change, I am what i am
Battling my self now battling you
Why are you trying to figure it out
Move On!
Because all your doing is fighting
And all I’m doing is walking

Stop this right now!
Stop putting me (down)
in these random categories that you’ve made for me
Let me see, let me choose, let me be myself
Because I don’t belong and I never will

Apologize?

These feelings are mine
And that’s what I choose
I am what I am and that’s the fact
So if that’s Monster you see
So believe it!
Because all I see is a Hero in me

Back off and look through
You see it? No! Oh well.

You will never understand but that’s ok
Just let me live and stop trying to bring me back
Because all I can say to you is
Words and Forgiveness won’t fix a thing
And do they truly reach that deep?

You live for this idea you have of me
But you forget truly see me
So Forget me and Forget the world
Because nothing truly matters
When you’re looking through those eyes of yours

Looking at me
Always putting me down
Not know what I am
Always laughing with you
Not knowing of your lust

Blinded by the secrets you trust
You are what you hate
And there you are hating me!
Your enemy is you
And you keep fighting
Not fighting your life
Just your subconscious soul

Laughing at me
The reason unknown
But the message is there
You like what you see
But so afraid to act

The way you are amazed
Is the way you are a strange
Afraid of the truth but the fact so clear
The truth?
This person is you
And you love nothing more

The tear between friends and foes
Breaks the code
When in reality
The code was never complete to begin with
The same are strong
But opposites unite even better
Feeding off the unknown
And sharing their love

I am a Freak
And you are perfect
We're not meant to be
Those eyes so pure
Nothing stopping your sight
Blinded by none
And always making fun

Gentle is the code
And Harmony Fixed that
These eyes were always mine
I just found them too late

I am a Freak
And you are perfect
we're not meant to be
But whose eyes are we meant to be in?

Perfect verse once lost,
Now haunted by clawing dreams,
She was that poem.

I was crying
at that table
Tears were falling
on this page

Tears of lonely
desperation
Such, no ten-point scale
could gauge

I couldn't bear
the thoughts inside me
I thought I
would go insane

I couldn't find them
I couldn't find the words
To write away
the pain

     but I've done it now, so read it well
     because I finally broke your spell

How I loved you,
but I lost you
then I found
somebody new

and I tried him
but I likened
all his words and ways
to you

I enjoyed him
but not really
though he did
everything right

It was your kiss
that I longed for
as my lips told his
goodnight

When I left him
you came running
and for once
you held me true

And I honestly believed
that all I'd ever need
was
you

     but it lasted until mid July
     when you lacked the dignity to tell me why

You left me
in a hurry
but I should have known
you would

Because, dang,
those college girls
will give you things
I never could

     I was raised to be a lady
     not a lady of the night
    
But I wish you well
and hope
that all your wildest dreams
come true

And bless the heart
of each poor girl
who has to deal
with you