whilst tidying my room I found this poem I wrote a while ago, I think I was pissed off at something or someone at the time. Its not a great poem, but it summed up how i felt at the time. I could work all day,Staring blankly at the screen.Hours of my life exchanged for some pay.I could by expensive things,A new house, new car,Get married 3 times spending money on rings.It will give my life purpose,Money sets you free.To be like all the other drones,Why can't I just be me? Without a job I am useless,A blemish on society.All I need is to conform and consume.Afterall, it will set me free.Buy the hip products,And discard the old.Until I can no longer keep up,Then I'll be treated like mould. One day I will die,In a world so distant.People living on the moon?Cars that can fly?But nobody will remember me as a child.The clothes that I wore, the lentgh of my hair.Or the sweetness of my smile.Nobody will care. jamiexx
you are you no matter what you want to be, even if you choose to be someone who complains about "why can't i be me?" i dig it, really. it's most certainly heart-felt in its spontaniety. much love