Bits of My Own Broken I'Lyezette

I know it, I'm a bit more than broken I wish I could be more in your face instead, I hide behind nice away there in a corner by myself I want to be seen I want to be loved Even though I don't have my pretend all together so I do my best to figure it out I'm actually not a bad dancer but dancing and singing isn't the same all alone. It's true the hue of your skin doesn't need to match mine if you can overlook my sin I'll forgive you double time we're both far from perfect, so where shall we begin? the things we thought important they lack substance and are thin I only know what I know because I have been where you have been We can start with broken smiles or whatever else we've got what others see as little Personally I think it's a lot Through life's struggles we've all fought I've had enough of learning too many lessons I've been taught real can be too real, if only peace could be bought So forget the fake people the all about the perfect hair people the ones I used to want to be people there was a time they wanted to hang out with me people but they were the not truly interested in me people why did I so desperately want their approval people I guess if I am truthful I was one of the sheeple thought they had the answers because they met under a steeple Perhaps if you look closer I'm more than a character Sure I'm somewhat quiet, maybe not overly unique look below my surface, take a peek the heart of a lion so why do I play hide and seek Yet worth listening to if allowed to speak I have stories to tell that could make your eyes leak Don't kid yourself you are broken too Let me have a look, I want to see inside of you Forget stumbling and choking like me pain's not erased by laughter and joking your safe with me I'll be listening not poking I'm real, I'm not concerned about ego stroking so look close these eyes they aren't blank this heart isn't empty yes maybe somewhat complicated even though it doesn't want to be If I push when you come close try twenty more times, plus three I might be a bit broken yet there is much more to me wishing and wanting to be one of the we! The original poem was written after participating in an inspired word event. I realized in listening to the other artists that in one way or another we are all broken. Even the ones like myself that on the surface may appear to have it all together. We crave emotional closeness but keep others at a distance through the way we present ourselves to the world. My original poem. Broken People I wish to be with the broken people the get in your face challange me people The sometimes hidden sitting in a dark corner kinda people The don't you love me I wish you seen me sorta people People just being real people not having to have it all together people Them doing their best to figure it out people dancing and singing without the smooth moves people I don't care about the color of their skin or what others think of as their sin They don't need to be perfect to win seeing and listening is where I'll begin Beyond appearance of fat or thin I only know what I know I've never been where they've been. We'll start with our broken smiles It's the best we've got It might seem like so little still I think it's a lot Through life's struggles we've all fought lessons needed learning experienced not taught real is real it couldn't be bought So forget the fake people the all about perfect hair and clothes people The I live in the right neighborhood and drive the right car people It's all about me, top of the hill people They only hang out with the supremely cool people those too important to talk to me people thinking they're the best of the best kinda people when all along they are merely Sheeple ba ba baaing, thinking they are strong instead of feeble I love characters people who are unique I look under exteriors to gain a peek strength of lions disguised in meek unconcearned with fab or being chic Worth listening to if allowed to speak the stories they tell will make your eyes leak For in the end we are all broken stumbling and choking Disguising hurt with our joking victims of others and their poking So look close maybe you'll see eyes that aren't blank hearts that aren't empty Who we think of as complicated in the end might not be They might push when others come close yet they are affectionate times three Each just a bit afraid and broken all the while wishing and wanting to be a part of something to be one of the we!