Spoken:
Do you believe
that I am like an animal?
I have my own invitation to my heart.
I have no tears that cry when I want to.
I'm the only person who really knows myself,
and yet I don't know who this stranger is.
Are you as confused as I am?
Do you know who you are?
No, I have no amnesia;
I just haven't found myself yet.

I sing with the wind, and I like it, but, yet I dance with the weird.
I guess I am one with myself. Maybe I might learn how to tear.

Now, I think I'm safe and calm. Now, I know who I am.
Now, I'll never be torn apart to danger, but, I'll still hide myself in a den.

I'm a split personality, and there's nothing really wrong with that.
I am like a bird, a bird that's free. I am shy and innocent, but also hyper and phat.

My life includes the songs I make with the help of a friend.
I'm creative, and I like to decorate, except it's hard to mend (my life).

I'm secretive. I'm artistic. I am who I'll be.
I'm authorized to sing my own songs in my own house, nice and neat.

I-- feel your pain.

11/26/2017

Author's Note: This was written in the 90s, but I created the title in 2017.

Posted on 11/26/2017
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