There’s a seal, a cap, a limit to my words
The difference I see between us is absurd.
I am told I am loud and I speak what I see,
I’m brutally honest and anyone can agree.
I’ve been bullied for silly things,
whether a lie or the truth,
I couldn’t control myself when I was a youth.
I argue and state all that I find wrong
disrespect, ignorance, I can go on and on.
But music is a system that sets my mind free
just like my ranting, the spotlight’s off me.
Piano, or singing, or dancing at night,
the feeling of freedom, a break from the fight.
Now let me clarify that I do not complain,
I simply question the piece of the world that’s insane.
The questions I see, the things that are truth,
my vulnerability when I was a youth.
I sense others’ struggle and compare to my own,
I save who I can, and teach what I’ve known..
I can also share that my arguments are not fast
whether simple or silly, my word is the last.
Now that is the part of me to start off with, you see,
now here are the main points that live inside me.
The one to your side is a person, you know,
and to that person, some respect you should show.
The silence, or borrows, or say what you will,
to some extent, you control is still.
Respect is a key point in our society,
with murders and rapes, and all my mom hid from me.
Not only respect to one another,
but the fact that not only do we look down on each other,
but we hide our insecurities with a smile and wave,
some better than others, but all take to their grave.
Someone thinks nothing, like trash on the street,
with this, this, and that, and “what’s wrong with me?”
Self esteem and fear tend to go hand in hand
the choice of destruction, here’s my simple demand,
or call it suggestion, just be who you can.
No one is perfect, we can all agree,
but that doesn’t mean anyone is better than “me”.
And back to complaining, which is the absolute worst,
it’s a mix of fear and self esteem as a curse.
And above all, you’re the only one hurt.
I can bully, and lie, and pretend there’s no pain,
I can take pen to paper and say I’m insane.
But teenagers can do that, they’re good at that game,
but I simply recall my nights dancing in rain.
Like any other girl, I have thoughts of my own,
from the hard and the good, and that’s how I’ve grown.
I question everything and call out what I see,
I think long and elaborate, but it can sound horribly.
From the cap on my words, to my limitless thoughts,
I put pen to paper, and then I get caught.
The 3 main components that make up me,
are simple and essential to put my busy mind at ease