Poem Twelve

I wanna live.
I wanna die.
I wanna laugh.
I wanna cry.

I wanna be somebody.
I want for you to know me.
I want you all to realize.
Maybe I know what I see.
Maybe now I am nothing.
Maybe I don't do everything right.
Maybe I Don't Care.
Perhaps I don't want to fight.

None of you give a shit.
All you all do is judge.
None of you really know me.
So you all see the sludge.
Do I ever tell anyone everything?
Why would I tell you?
Does anyone really know the truth?
How much have I surprised you?

Maybe you should trust me.
Trust me to do what's right.
Maybe I know the best thing.
Trust I'll fight my fight.
You don't have to tell me.
It will only hurt me more.
I know what I need to do.
And I knew it all before.

Maybe I'll live.
Maybe I'll die.
Maybe I'll laugh.
Maybe I'll cry.
Maybe I'll destroy your hopes.
Destroy them so you feel it to.
Maybe I'll destroy my own hopes.
And you'll all wonder this guy is who.

If you are reading this... Odds are fairly good it isn't directed at you. And if you are thinking it is directed at you... It may be. You just have to reread it and see if it sounds like it. I'm thinking that I like Bobby's thoughts on the bloger thing, if it's in here it isn't a topic for discussion with me unless you are Bobby, Jenni, Kat, or Laura. Anyone else, Don't Fucking Bring It Up.