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Jan 2015
I used to be myself, I used to be complete
But people thought I was trying to hard to be something
So I changed myself into what I'd thought they'd want
Now I live my life pretending I belong

I have searched high and low for some kind of validation
But all I ever found are people with more expectations
So I will love with all I can
And hope that some day I'll finally feel like a man

I don't want to waste your time for you to figure out who I am
And I don't want you to waste mine just to leave me for who I am
My head might be my home but I am willing to leave
And if you show that you want it I'll give you the key

The only thing I learned in this world is to shut my filthy mouth
'Cause no one really cares about what comes out
I'm done trying just to be heard
So that I will have to rely on little birds

https://spencercarlson.bandcamp.com/track/little-birds
Eleventh track from my album *I'm Pretty Sure This World Has Cancer*
Spencer Carlson
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Spencer Carlson  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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     Mary Short and Ariel Baptista
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