RESPECT
I CAN NOT FEEL MY HEAD
I no longer feel my soul
I am detached from myself
I am not me
I am not whole
I am not the one to look to
I have not the answers here
I am just a jerk that walks through life
I am not the one to hear
I am not he that leads people
I am not the one to talk to
I am not the one that is your friend
I am not the one that loves you
I am not the one that you think you know
I am not the one that cares
I am not the one that makes you smile
I am not the one to share
I am not the one that dreams
I see only black
I move around through life feeling out
I am not the one that can go back
I am a tragic error
I am just a damned mistake
I am an utter disappointment
I hate myself, my being, my state
I know not how the rules were made
I know not how they started
I do know that they are wrong
And leave me broken-hearted
Where did the rules come from?
And why do all think them so iron-clad?
If you would just talk to me
I too am oh so sad
These seem to be what people see
When first the turn to look
But they are wrong and I am robbed
By society, the crook
I am just like you
So majestic and so full
Sometimes I am righteous
Sometimes I'm full of bull
But there is a myriad to me
Boundless array of wonders
Sweet things that make you blush
Questions that make you ponder
I have my dark and light sides
I guess I lean towards one
That does not mean that I deserve
Less or more than anyone
I am equal. I am strong.
I am tall and I am proud.
I can stand as tall as you can.
I just wear my humility as a shroud.
Don't look down upon me
Just because I help keep you up
I'm tired of being the helping hand
I'm tired of your hearts being shut
I think from now I'll let you fall
And let you see things the way I do
To watch you cry, and maybe die
At the petty obstacles I'VE been through
So next time you feel high and mighty
Remember it was me that helped you succeed
And when my eyes are full of tears
Not of joy, but because I bleed.
I bleed to keep you happy
I bleed to hold you high
But not for long, for I am strong
I'll drop you and watch you die
Treat me with respect
I shouldn't have to demand
I'm not the footstool you thought I was
Not the door mat, that you had planned.
this has been copywritten by Dammuth Knight 2000
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