Yours Truly, Me.

Everything I'm Not

I'm not a guarantee, I'm not a saint,

I'm more like a broken mosaic covered in paint.

I'm not a psychopath, I'm not even crazy,

I'm just another kid who's exponentially lazy.

I'm not a final copy, I'm a collection of drafts,

I only work on something if it's one of my crafts.

I'm less of a promise because I'm more of a lie,

I'm definitely not perfect but I definitely try.

It's weird how we stereotype, it's weirder how we view the world,

Everything I'm not begins to show up as my life unfurls.

I hate it when we judge before we know what we're looking at,

Thinking they're not good enough after seeing them, right off the bat.

We repel each other like similar poles of a magnet,

Letting secrets out like we forgot to bag it. 

It's funny how we tell ourselves that we'll never be alone, 

But it's even funnier when being lied to shakes us to the bone.

It's amazing how we're different but still so alike, 

It's amazing how someone else can love what I dislike, 

And it's incredible how everyone seems rushed to be branded, 

But it's sad to see that we take our specialties for granted.