POEM: I’m me and I’ve been waiting
I’m me and I’ve been waiting I’ve found me long ago And it’s been devastating To be here and to know Exactly what I’m missing
I’m me and I’ve been waiting I’ve found me long ago And it’s been devastating To be here and to know Exactly what I’m missing
Colorful fires in the sky Not only pets are asking why Why all this need to celebrate? What’s really new except the date? While it’s
It’s fruitless, you leave with just one wound too many Planning to turn your neglect into penny Uprooted and driven to desperate measure One traitor’s
You’re bothered by bias Which feels quite extensive Then I point out why As you get all defensive The same line of thinking You keep
Tired, yet unable to sleep Pilgrimage to the fridge This time only a smidge Two plates later I’m willing to weep But all my pillows
You’re passionate, strong and prepared for a fight But me being wrong doesn’t mean you are right Right now you feel righteous, and rightfully so
Whenever a face resembles yours I turn my head and stare They think it’s just bodies one adores But breasts don’t make me care Whenever
Red lips can rarely tease me I like them rather pale As for a chest and bottom It’s not about the scale Green hair sure
It’s not the day that’s slow, it’s me I couldn’t bring myself to be To leave my bed and kind of live It’s me when
What changed? It wasn’t me I’ve always been the same Persistence is my name How can we be Estranged?