Fed up

Its hard to say how much you\'ve injured me almost paralyzed me socially
There\'s a criteria you have to meet
Self-esteem ,power, \"an edge\"
The list goes on to what you expect of me
What i really want is just to be happy
to be pleased with me
Its hard to be satisfied when you keep putting pressure on this soul
i feel as if though you\'ve made me unwhole
waiting to soak up all my uniqueness
and individuality
all you want is for me to be like yu
but all i want is to be unlike you
a mirror of someone elses design
I look in the mirror i see my genre
i see my opinions and theories
guns n roses - sade- red hot chilli peppers
i see an x-addict struggling for survival and to rise above the influence
my pain and my love for beauty
i dont stand in the middle to get attention
i stand to make a revolution
I turn on the t.v. and your fisade is weak
\"gangster\" and today thats chiche
i hate you and everything you stand for
nothing but walking mirrors
we may appear different
too busy reflecting each other
to realize
truth comes from self

I\'m more of a story teller then a poet but i love to write- feel free to comment or tell me it sux- i love to comment so if you\'d like my opinion just ask- muah muah