Rough Draft [10.2.08]

My personal thoughts
being sized down
to your likes
restraining my personality
for your appreciation
I can't define your worth
I'm not God
I can't judge you
But I'm not stupid
(you see) I thought if I was
creative with my words or
made myself "sound" smarter
You'd feel respected
(but no .)
To say what I want to say
like this
You can't judge me either
I write solely for the purpose
of being heard
Maybe not by you
even though you're the reason
why I write
The reason why
I choose to do what I do
act the way I do
write the way I do
and speak the way I do
(so what's that?) <-
Are you still making me <- still needs work .
feel inferior to who I am?! <-
You invite others in so softly ,
generously , kindly
yet with me?
You stop me before I can finish
and critique me in every aspect
I don't always speak big words
I don't always make sense
and I don't always voice my thoughts
and opinions when I have them
Yet you look down on me
And still I look up to you
No longer will I place my
insecurities on your shoulders
Cause' if I said I was willing
I'd want you to be willing too
My words are me
and even though I don't
write like him or her
I live for more than
the moment
My poetry is me in every
way
You are poetry
You inspire me to be who I am
and still more
You were here when I started
and will be there when I end
So even though I created you
YOU created
me ..