Pearls And Beads That Make Us Bleed

3. I Am Not Me

Really, God, did I do something wrong?

All this harrasment, I hate it, I hate it all

Nobody ever likes me for the way I am

I'm either too fat, too skinny, too short or too tall

The teacher, I know, even banned me today

She banned me from sitting on the swing

I'm not a kid, I don't usually play on the set

And then she says if I did, I'd break the thing

Who does that, am I really inhuman?

Did I forget some gene, any cell in my heart

That says if I'm the definition of anything

Anything right, am I Picasso's abstract art?

Am I too fat, too thin, too tiny or big?

Am I constantly changing, as I let my tears flow free?

Water loss, water gain, is it something in the air

Because somehow, somewhere, I am not me

Angela