What do I have to do for them to see me as Me?
That what I always find myself asking
From the Powers That Be
Is this the way I was meant to be
Always competing for a spot with thee
No matter what U say, I cannot seem to agree
That all I need to be is just to be Me
Instead the thought that runs through my head is
Y is me not like thee
I understand what they saw in U to make U, U
But why can they not just see me as Me
They all go through life as busy as bees
With no time to stop to find the right keys
To open the doors to the one they call ME.
