Me, Myself, & I Am...

Complicated Usually when people hear that word They RUN FOR THE HILLS Why? You are asking the wrong one hun As a society complicated means issues And issues mean DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT 100 DOLLARS JUST RUN No, not towards that person THE OTHER WAY, good job, you’re safe now But that is what I am Complicated 19 years of twists and turns Falls and burns Joy and laughter Despair and disaster Born into a complicated and discombobulated world Go ahead, judge me It’s ok, I get it I don’t fit into the perfect little stereotypes you had planned for me I am apart of a completely different puzzle Unbeknownst to you I am outside that spectrum of what little universe you have discovered Beyond your comprehension You want to know why and how? I’ll tell you But you need to listen closely because I’ll only say it once I am this way because I let myself be complicated I know right? So mind blowing that being myself makes me different Who could’ve known? You know what? I think I know who The maker and creator of what we know and don’t know And when I’m brave enough I imagine what the process was like when I was being created And no, I am not referring to when my parents did the do I am talking about before that I’m thinking there was a cauldron Already filled up with the untainted and unconditional love of a child And to that boiling pot of awesome sauce, things were added 2 drops of doe like eyes 20 drops of long nails and nail beds 2 globs of thunder thighs A handful of sarcasm An infinite thirst for knowledge A splash of warrior spirit Etcetera etcetera And so on and so on And BAM SLAM POW Who dropped a giant container of complicated? Or maybe it was added little by little as I grew Making me perfectly flawed Like all other humans on this Earth And BOOM Here the eff I am All types of craziness Wrapped in a layer of “I want to love everybody but I don’t like them humans” I am beautifully and wonderfully made Always going against the grain As dangerous as a grenade One pull and very soon, I’ll detonate Exploding the perfectly constructed bubble you have lived in Piercing you with my shrapnel Blunt truth Stubborn non acceptance of what people in charge say Short lived youth And from the majority Breaking away But who’s the jury and judge? The brains behind the operation The person who claims being different is illegal Never willing to budge Without a little nudge Or a bribe So since I can do or give neither I have been thrown in this maximum security prison The ones we never hear about Because they “don’t exist” Or so we’re told But it does exist And I am here In constant turmoil As they try to break me Trying to make me think I’m crazy Using the faustus method Molding me into somebody I’m not Trying to rebuild me into their willing robot Torturing my mind beyond recognition To take away my different My complicated...