I am...

You are seen as people believe
You appear as they perceive,
You to act and appear to be,
You do not live free...

You are that happy, beaming grin
You are the flak which you take on the chin,
You are the laughter glowing inside,
You are the pathetic who run out and hide.

You are the grief bestowed on your face,
You are the prayer answered with grace
You are the fever killing the sick
You are the jinx its you that it picked.

You are the liar, the bitch and the cheat,
You are the desperate, you are the theif
You are the disaster people admire
You are the hated time will expire.

You are belittled, humoured and pained,
You are the ugly, the weight that you've gained
You are the angry, tempermented fool,
You are the bullied the weakling at school.

You are the blue eyed, red headed girl
You are the freckled false head of curls
You are the unlucky, the number thirteen
You are the birthday - sweet sixteenth

You are the progression throughout the years
You are the learner toggling the gears
You are the expensive mixed with the cheap
You are the bride, the lost and the deep

You are the exploded the inner concerned
You are the insecure the natively discerned
You are the stabbed the deeply wounded
You are the ground and the severely diluded.

You are the baby, the teen and the old
You are the corpse, stenched in the cold
You are the matted inbetween life and death
You are the girl the heavily stressed.

You are the logic, the thinked and the crazed
You are the bedaffled, the shot and the dazed
You are the lonely alone in your sea
You are a nobody.....shame that your me.