The Me in Mean
I am not who I should be,
The way I put the me in mean,
Hurting those who on me lean,
Lord you must help me.
Being this way, a jerk
To those who look to me,
Lord please set me free,
For this does not work.
I am in fact wholesome inside,
I have goals and dreams to make
This world a better place and take
Nothing, for I desire not pride.
I cannot survive this torture,
I must be the change in the culture.
The world has become a dark place,
Uninviting to those seeking refuge,
A simple friend to help with the deluge
Of insults raining in disgrace.
I must not be a part anymore,
I must be the change, the shelter
That causes our culture to better,
No more with this bullying galore.
Lord I am ready for this task,
I am ready to be who I am,
This wholesome version can
Forever dispose of this mask.
Help me put the me in mean,
The mean on which people can lean.
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