Hey, You'd Be Messed Up Too

Almost a song. In a Tegan and Sara style.

Always second best,
I'm always second guessing.
I'll never pass the test,
I'll just keep on lessening.
And when I leave the nest,
Will the soul still be confessing?

I felt it in the floorboard
I felt it in my tears
I felt it in my body
I even found it in my tears

It was a constant triumph, a silly, silly triumph.
That I could even try to be
Who I am today

When I first expelled it,
When I first denied it,
I passed it off
As loving that only happens in a dream

And maybe this is a dream.

Don't rule me out,
I'm not going down.
I'm stronger now,
I will not bow

I paid the price,
This silly strife,
The end surely is not here

It's who I was
It's who I am
It's who I always know I'll be

Perhaps you say it brings me down
But if that's the case
I'll say I did it with grace.

If you were me
If you were who I am,
You'd be messed up too.

Author's Note

Who can guess what it's about?

Reviews

[stars are far]

i think it is talking about you !!!

[Henry Clemmons]

Ah, maybe, you ...
Great piece. Flowed nicely. True n honest voice.
Liked it fine.

[Alexis]

Hmmm... I have ideas about what the story could be. But who knows, I could be way wrong. Anywho, I really liked this poem. It seemed to flow nicely. At least it did when I read it. You did a wonderful job. Full of emotion.