Broken Dreams

You or Me?

You or me? Who do I see?

When I look around,

Am I even on the ground?

Because now I see, it's you or me.

I must choose my own life, or shall I die from strife?

In the mirror I see not who I am, but who you want me to be.

So who shall win, in this eternal endeavor?

Will I be you or me forever?

Society says that I'm all wrong, I say that they should leave me alone.

Because beauty is not a dress, and I'm not a princess.

Beauty is not a new pair of shoes, why, oh why do I feel like I'm being used?

The body is a canvas, but should we really brand it?

With bright, gaudy designs, when we all run out of time.

Why bother trying to stand out, we all go six feet underground.

At the end, you will look back, and who will you see, ready to attack?

For the world consumes the minds, and hearts of those in it follow shortly, in time.

You or me? Is this even the right question to be asking?

Or is this yet another red mackerel? Another distraction of the truth, and actual?

The question is not you or me, as you can obviously see.

But more rather, how much time will we gather?

Because, in the end, it's all over. This isn't a game, not like Red Rover,

You can't tell me that it continues forever, because we can't spend the whole time together.

Now, can't you see? This isn't about you or me.

It's all about destiny, cleverly disguised in a question. "You or Me?"