Let me represent myself within your confines. 

Which eyes should I equip to please your endeavors? 

Mine - you want mine. Yet, you stand there, waiting to judge

what I have known and loved. Like they all do.

 

Oh, deny, deny. We all want to be the heroine

Or the hero. You've tried and tried, but you can't escape

This dirty thing called fate that bounds us to our humanity.

Dear, you contradict yourself more with each breath.

 

I'll act for you, darling. That's what we do. 

Now, which character shall I assume? 

Neurotic, Eccentric, Apathetic, Pathetic?

Driven harder than a kid that's been forced on the streets?

 

I can show confidence, or fear - hiding in my shell

Mostly I'm just running from Hell. With laughter

I'm funny as well. The family man, the lady in black,

The lover, the fighter, the gay, the tease.

 

I've prayed under the moon and traveled the world

Discriminated against all I hated but it all was without purpose;

People just make me nervous - and I've loved just as much

I just happen to see all the badness in us. 

 

Oh, but I adore the light - that sweet savory passion,

For the beauty in life and the potential that lies ahead.

It can be doused on any situation brighter than a scortching flame

That snuffs lives, but is rescued, by God. 

 

But who am I? Human, that's for damn sure. 

The poor, the lucky, the phiosophic clown. Bully, bullied, monster.

A crimson colored hero. A stander of the grey. Bisexual, bipolar, ambidexterous. 

I'm a Libra, and the stars could not have been more right about me.

 

Perhaps I am simply just an overly-opinionated observer,

Conflicted by reality; logical, emotional, and situationally in tune.

Always overshadowed. Overlooked. Brewing. People cannot see their eyes.

But that's just me. The eyes of all of us.