Who Am I To Me? - Poem by Isabella Rose
Who am I to you?
well who am I to me?
Never thought it would come down to never having the key
I'm trapped this dimension for eternity
At the point where you miss you own self
Look in the mirror,
See somebody else
who am I gonna be when I grow up
Well how am I suppose to know
when I live in a world that's corrupt
look on the news
You see everything
except what God constructed it to be
Homeless people piss poor
Devil knocking on their death door
You ashore us it's okay
never need to pray
because it'll never be us next.
I know who I am
I'm more clever minded than the rest
I bring home the money.
you think that makes you better than the rest?
You know who you are?
Because you work at the local corner store
And with the barcode;
you're mentally marked
That's why the government took away your house and car
they ask you who are you going to be?
At the age of three
If it was that easy
all you got to say is
'I want to be me'
I don't want to be that Apple
That everybody takes hold of
Bite after bite till there's no more of me
Next thing you know,
look in the mirror at a form that is distorted
And then you Ask yourself
'who am I to me? '
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