Art defines me...
Reading unwinds me...
Poetry keeps me going by keeping the blood in my vanes flowing
Most people judge me, even though they barely know me
That's why I spend my time on me
Yes... I'm lonely
But nobody gets me
Nobody get's that I'de rather put my head in a book
Or I'd rather write a song...1 or 2
Nobody get's that poetry is like a drug
I keep on using but can't get enough
Even GRAMMAR is fun
Thats why my friends don't walk they run
To scared of the girl who always writes
And never has time for any real fun
I mean like playing with a real gun
Or riding a bike with her eyes closed
Real stuff like getting in a bed without any clothers
Most people don't see I'm just not ready
To pretend I'm something I don't want to be
But still they keep on pushing pushing and pushing me
I don't luve up to what people expect of me. And it drives me crazy think that maybe i'm not me. I'm just one of thier dolls they play around with for fun. All i know is being good enough isn't gonna happen
