Through eyes
What is "I" and What is "me"?
Is it to defy or to be truly free?
Those who view cannot possibly see
The truth that gives one the key
The key to judge accurately and the lock that is a facade
They view me and see beauty but when i disagree they believe me odd.
It's not to acknowledge who i am or what i'm not
But they don't see me for who i am, it ends up being for naught.
From their perception comes one a strange thought
To convey ideas for their plot:
"That i am a man boundless with strength
Full of vigor and morale"
That is true to a legnth
If the letter C be a vowel...
I am strong. I am wise. I am smart. I love learning
But what i agree with isn't their thoughts, i am no man in shining armor
I have limits and my blood doesn't always clot
Hearing praises has my stomach turning
Thine wish is to be seen and seen as modest
Henceforth why the praise may waver some souls from me
So i endeavor to meet and greet earnestly
And not try to be the oddest
But the best "Me"...
Without all to see