I will never be good enough for you
And I don't need to
I'm like Picasso abused
Like a genius misunderstood
And thrown away in a garbage can
Your trash is my treasure

But I'm better that
I'm more than you think
You raised your concerns
About me, your insecurities,
Projected onto me
I will never be what you desire
I will never become what you are
I am my own, I am my self
A very product of my own creation
Brought into existence by the big bang of my first breath
And sustained by the air of my world
Continuing because of me

I hear the words I need to and the rest is *******
I walk the road I paved it all on my own
Its me, why would I ever adhere to be what you think I am
I am nothing of what you percieve
You do not know me
You have an alien in your mind that You think is me
I'm am not what you think because it
Makes it easy for you to control
By believing this image
You projected
Its not me
It is never me

No you cannot take that away from me
My identity belongs in my hands and my mind
My history that I write
On these scribbled pages
These papers, in my book
I made me
It is a beautiful masterpiece that many have applauded

You are not an artisan
You are not the greatest
You know nothing of what it means to suffer as an artist

I am the perfect living thing,
The being of poetic prowess,
The writer of spectular stories,
I am the musician of intrigue,
I am the philosopher of ages,
I am underrated
You are so overrated
You are nothing
You have painted the illusion of your own ego
Forcefed me these lies until I believed them
No!
Not now, not anymore
I am my maker.
I am God.
I know myself

And you do not see me for who I really am
You see what your eyes want you to see
And its a farce, its a joke,
I have done things you could never dream of doing
My whole life is an achievement
That needs to be analysed by world class historian
And journalists and film makers will make documentaries about me
Trust me, you think I am weak
But I am so strong
Stronger than you could ever imsgine

I can move mountains, and break boulders, and pour rain from clouds, I can spread the sun out in the sky

You will never destroy me
With your paranoia
Your crucifix
I'll take it down
Throw it away
In the rubble of dirt
Buried beneath the ground
You are the idol I worshipped that punished me

No longer
I will stand on my two feet
As I always have
As I always will
You can laugh at Gloria Gaynor
Like yiu laugh at everything with your cynical drawl
But she was right
I will survive
I will make it the top

I will not let these projections become me,
They are yours.
Push them through the window
And bounce them off the walls
They are not mine, your thoughts do not belong to me
Get away from me
I've surpassed your monstruous ideology.
You are the foreigner stealing my thoughts
I run, I stand, I climb.
I exist.
I move forward.
I am better than this.