I Have Good News and Sad News

YOU ARE TOO GOOD FOR ME SO SET YOURSELF FREE You ask me why? Because sometimes the world makes me cry You ask me how? I don’t how I’ve lived until now But this much is true Perhaps it was to meet someone like YOU I've long been saying “I’m looking for a woman who can bring the best out in me” And I know that could be difficult and/or impossible for you to be You ask me if I care I care beyond caring because in my life a person like you is so very rare I can’t tell you why when we talk it’s so easy for words to slip off my tongue Because expressing myself verbally has always been an effort since I’m far too young Notes, letters, all things that led to poetry, they were my voice And it was if I had no other choice After all I have survived I’m still here despite the lion inside And the multitude of times I’ve tried Only to discover another good opportunity has died I tried to fit in, to rise and shine and bless another day Instead I wish I could just fade away Living through times of desperation And existing in a society that grants me nothing more or less than aggravation People say things like “I come with a lot of baggage” and I know what they mean Because I’ve been filling my luggage since I was a teen Strolling the streets in search of relaxation And instead being hampered by mis-information There’s a lion inside of me and that makes my life feel like a circus or game And when I write words it’s never for fortune or fame Perhaps I just want people to remember my name When I’m long gone I’d like for people to say he was a good and honest soul Instead, in reality, I am a man who all to often has to have a heart black as coal So sweep up the litter and the glitter from the circus tent Because happiness and peace is something I can’t own but only rent While the heartache and guilt might never cease Because ease is something I cannot buy but can only lease It seems when you ask me questions trust gives you the answer to your query Another question that leaves me lonely and leery So if you want to know what I’m trying to say Is maybe it’s best for you to just up and run away I’m not happy, it hurts to smile, and I am a transient troubled and hampered by living And you are so sweet, soulful and giving The bottom line is maybe I don’t fit in your life and would only wear out your concern So perhaps it’s best for you to walk away and watch the circus tent burn You’re much too good for me ~free cee!~ Phreepoetree