Maybe...I Am Nothing
Maybe I wear baggy jeans
white socks and cheap flip-flops,
tank tops and black nails polish
and I'm not a social butterfly,
Tucking away my physical pain and childhood
sufferings
Taunted by the world outside the box
maybe I don't care about the things
that make you love me,
maybe you look at me and think:
i am nothing.
Maybe I dont like giving smiles
regularly,
greeting everyone i meet
and maybe I allow my imagination
to run wild,
maybe you don't understand me
and that's why you cannot see,
that because im am imperfect
i am nothing
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be noticed,
your physical must be picture perfect
and wear clothes just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you let this cruel world
change your perceptions and dreams,
and yourself you'll never find.
The creator made you as you are, as well as me,
naked as Adam and Eve
maybe coming into the world alone
i'll leave the same
this means I am something,
Believing that maybe, just maybe
the world is full of lies
and if I must be nothing,
then what makes you something.
Copyright © Asiya Abdul-Matin | Year Posted 2007
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