I Am
I am unidentified.
A pretty face and name with a unknown destiny.
They ask me to be vocal,
But I AM afraid,
They ask me to be aggressive,
But I believe in inner peace
They ask me to be in power,
But I believe to much power makes a man go crazy.
Maybe, just maybe, I am not unidentified
I like the wild and the crazy,
The unexpected more say.
People call me weird,
But that's because they haven't lived.
Inner peace with a true naturalist side,
These things can't beat me
Cause I make up all of it.
And if the people don't agree
Oh Well....... Because
I Am .... Me
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