When I put my fingers to the keys
I write for hours on end
The words flow with such ease
Every emotion from my day
Channeled onto the page
All the blues and contentedness
The sadness and the rage
So here I am writing again
Not as happy as can be
But at least I've got my writing
It feels like home to me
I am not a pillar of strength
I am no warrior of pride
I am not a role model of any sort
I simply look in from the outside
I am not a tiny waist-ed girl
Full figured, with a voice to match
I am aged, but not matured
Just a chick, waiting to hatch
I am somewhat generous
I try to help where I can
I learn things as I go along
And I know who I am.
Do you?
I am not God
Judging you is not my place
But you seem to be confused
With all that you throw in my face
One minute you're a listener
There for me at every bend
The next minute your words are thrown around
When you're supposedly my friend
Apparently, you're honest
Lying just isn't your style
But lies are all I get from you
I think you're in denial
Supposedly, you're real
You'd never cross a friend
Though every time I turn around
You've lost someone again
So tell me, who are you now?
Cause all that I'm seeing
Is someone who talks too much
And not enough time just "being"
Your words don't match your actions
And that's whats funny about this
You say you can back up your shit talk
But I don't think you know what that is.
You aren't who I thought you were.
And I guess that's why this is so hard
Especially to have discovered it
After we have come so far
I can walk away from you,
Head high, hands clean
Hide away the memories
Of everywhere we've been
So here's to Mr. Personality
Good for nothing, and one true blue
I seem to think I know who you are
The question is, do you?
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