BEING ME
Remember
me?
In your stereotypical way, with preconceived notions
Of who I am and what I have to be.
Based on nothing more than your superficial analysis
A moment looking me up and down.
What do you see? Have you become sure of who I am?
Or do you even care?
Your assumptions likely so far from the truth,
But does that even matter to you?
I'm many things
I dress the way I like because cliques piss me off.
I daydream to escape the chains and binds of this reality,
To let myself be free.
And sometimes this stagnant mass of people can drive me insane.
I'm a loner and outgoing.
I'm loud and outspoken, but also shy.
I take things that people say to heart
I'm confident, with a fragile ego
I'm spiritual, I'm me.
It's rather
funny that look you give,
confusion plain in your eyes.
Don't seem to realize or understand
When it's really quite simple to see:
I'm Dare, and that's all there is to being me.