When I heard of the news
I was somewhere being me.
Somewhere further than where you were
Something close to confused.
But then I heard about you
And I decided that what I’d do
Was take the cue and be more like you.
So that maybe, I’d be news someday too.
Be better at things I wasn’t born to do
Perfect them like you
Be stronger than the gum on the bottom of my shoes
And more like you
Be graceful in situations that I’d rather not to
Honorable like you
Be the spitting image.
Only a much shorter, different eye colored, easy-going, shy, lazy, curly haired, color
loving, sock collecting, music blaring, messy room having, accident prone, exact version
I don’t think I want to—take the cue
To be the you
that’s less like me
To lose my view of reality
My humor; laugh
My perfect taste in music
Not to mention my beliefs
just my soul in totality.
I’ll go back to being
Somewhere far away and confused
Forget the news
I’m done with your cues
I’m who I want to be.