Me
BY: DJ

Some people think they know me but I'm sure they do not.
How can they know me if they just leave me here to rot?
Some people think I'm stupid, some people think I'm hot,
But to the universe I am just an insignificant dot.

What is so special about me? Can anyone let me know?
So I can better decide whether I must stay or go.
I want to be ordinary. Plain and just so,
But I can't 'cause I have to let my colors show.

Some people say I'm giving. Some people say I'm cold.
Will all my traits be contradicting until I grow old?
Some people say that I'm disobedient but I do as I am told.
Ahh! I'm loosing my mind! My marbles, I can't hold!

I cry "Somebody help me please! I'm begging for your help!"
But they just shout back to my face "Be quiet little whelp!"
Suddenly I quiet down I don't know how I felt
Except that people are about as helpful as dried kelp

At first I am confused but then I realize
Like me are the people whom I despise
Like them I couldn't hear their cries
Because I lived in selfishness and lies

I know now that all of us are individual and unique
No matter what we are, our stature or physique
It takes a few to make many
That's a thought I'll always carry

At that I throw my hate away
Then I stand up and say
"I'm me and I'm free,
I am myself, so let me be!"