Identity

You judge me,

on what you see,

on what I do,

my actions.

 You judge

those actions,
without seeing
the thoughts behind
them.
 I'm a "bad influence",
that's what you think,
I know you do!
But you don't,
know me, you think
you know me...
  You don't!
 You see me
"rebelling",
  I'm not!
 I'm just trying
to find myslef,
to know who I am,
find my own identity,
it's hiding.
 I don't want to
fit in, be like
every-one else,
because I'm not.
 I think differently,
therefore I act differently.
 You ask
what happened to
the girl I first met,
those years ago?
 The girl who
sat having fun,
palying the guitar,
pretending to be
a star?
 I grew up,
I saw the world,
as it is, I saw
reality.
 I saw the pain,
the hate.
My epiphany
showed me.
 I don't want

to be like every-

one else.

 They don't know,

they don't think

like me.

 So if me,

being me,

and being ok

with the person

I am makes me

a "bad influence"

I guess I am.