Find My Own Way

// March 25th, 2010 // Poems

Famous people are trying to help me
Become someone who I’m not
Or maybe they see something in myself
That I myself do not

They say I’m really funny
And that I have a gift for the world
To stand up in front of crowds
When all I want to do is curl

How can I make them happy
When the world is so sad
An empty laugh is meaningless
I don’t mean to sound so bad

You create your own reality
Are the buzzwords that you say
Well excuse me Mr Guru
How much do I need to pay?

But the truth is that I’m great
I have something I want to share
It is just I don’t know what it is
Or that anyone will care

Talkish pish comes so easy
But I need to learn to edit
But that would spoil the illusion
And give my brain the credit

These words come from my soul
They are almost heaven sent
They do not come from God
For I know that truth gets bent

I don’t mean to sound pretentious
Thats just how I am perceived
I know you were trying to help me
But who are you to be believed?

I reached out a greedy hand
You came back to me with love
So I am sorry now to throw it back
With a broken promise golden glove

I need to find my own way
To fail on my own two feet
So I going to master the art
Of making people greet

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