Edited Me*

Vulnerability

Isn't what it used to be

A time to grow up

A time for change.

Because being just me

Can bring on pain.

Which do you want,

'Mam

The edited or me?

The latter will cost you,

But the first one is free.

Free of the "awkwardness" you would feel

From listening to my thoughts,

Or from feeling that I may effect the "coolness" you've caught.

Because if you spent time with the me

I'd be the one

That you'd call the freak.

"Impaired from portraying the

Superciliousness you seek."

So what do I do?

Just throw me away?

And hope that a "normal" me

Comes up someday?

But wait-

To please you,

To be someone you'd love

I'd have to have nostrils

Catching rain from above.

Yes you see me as a misfit.

But there are others like me.

Others who are wild, creative, original and free.

Free of your sham glam

Free of your prim.

And if you ask me,

I'll be one of them.

So NO you can't have the

Edited me.

Because I'm made better than that,

No one gets me free!

*This is something I wrote a little while back. Looking back on what I wrote, I know that this could come off as if spoken in a frustrated tone. Well, really, it was sad, but anger is best expressed on paper, eh?