the poet

you want to know  how can anyone  large shadow  a, b, c  time of day  spring  look out my window  I see you staring  cruel place  somewhere  endings  not me  sun shines  stare at the mirror  hurt, pain  To A Soulmate  tiger's eyes  rain splatters  treat me like shit?  fire inside!  No One  journeys  love and lust  My Friend  falling  bitch, whore  no comfort  yes, yes  the music begins  somewhere i know  no longer  understanding  smurf  in...out...  Label.  addiction  lie in the darkness  frustrations  Fire  cold, alone  SheWhoKnows  you fell in love  human  wolf sees all  what to think  i feel lost  angel  twelve 

You think you can slap a label on me,
or trap me in one of your stereotypes.

I think not.

I'm not what you think I am,
what you would have me to be,
what you *need* me to be.
I am what I am.

Your perfect, ordered little world just got a wakeup call.
You can't put this round peg in your square hole.

You think you know me.
You think you understand where I'm coming from.
You know nothing.

I cry out against the ignorance in your voice.

You see in me what you want to see, not what is.
You feel threatened by me -
my appearance, my intelligence, my goddamn green thumb.
Or lack of each.

You need so badly to have an enemy,
to be able to point to someone and say
"It's all her fault!"
Well I'm not your girl.

I refuse to play scapegoat for your personal issues.
You'll just have to find someone else to blame.
And I will *not* conform to what you think I already am.
Live out your fairy tale life, and believe me to be the wicked queen.
I piss on your fairy tale.