elias moussa

Who Have I Become? - Poem by elias moussa

For so long it just seems to be
That no matter what i do, i can't be me

People judge and stare, lie and cheat
Just to protect and image that makes them look complete

I am not perfect... no one is
Yet we all try to achieve this

Is being yourself not good enough?
Or is the thought of imperfection way too tough

I struggle to find who i have become
Because everyday i have to play dumb

Putting on these acts just to fit in
And not believing in myself within

Just to play by the rules of this stupid game
And becoming a person that i think is lame

It is said that we are all different, yet we try to be the same
What is the point in this, who even invented this game?

Are we meant to go through life following what has been passed
Or do we strive for better and draw up our own draft

I want to be me, the soul within
Is that a crime? is it a sin?

Why does society have to judge me and i can't do the same
What if i think the game they play is just dumb and lame?

If i created my own path will you follow me?
Or will i be left alone with no one to see

Is being different and happy really that bad?
Or would you rather be the same and live sad

Be who you are, im going to start being me
And when this happens i know i will be free

From all these games and society expectations
I will write my own story no more fake demonstrations.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2012

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