Be You

Emotional depression …

 

I may not be a genius, but I know how to use my brain

I don’t like getting wet, but I love to dance in the rain

I am not a fast traveler, but I enjoy the race cars

I don’t believe space exist, but I like to look at the stars

I don’t believe in destroying animals, but I do enjoy a meal of meat

I have a couple cavities, yet still indulge in sweets

I know smoking kills, yet I smoke a pack per day

They say the ozone is depleting, yet I use these sprays

I hate crowded places, yet I take the New York subways

I stay in this relationship, even though my spouse is cheating

She keeps saying she didn’t do it, and I keep believing

My boss keeps telling me next year I will get a raise

I have now been asking for over a decade

I don’t believe Johnathon is mine, but I still love him

I think the real father is the fitness guru his mother met at the Gym

 

I suffer from emotional depression, nothing a little weed won’t cure

But I refuse to smoke, I poison my body with toxins from the corner store

I have been writing for a couple years now, but my blog makes no cash

But each and every day I put out a new article, hoping one would be a smash

People say I am boring, maybe it’s because I hate going out

I would prefer a blog or a book with a strong drink relaxing on my couch

I have a friend I rarely see because of the shift she works

When I am home she is out and vice versa

Some people think my behavior is just a little strange

But strange is not conforming to the norm, a different link in the chains

I simply am who I am, no one can be me for me

Nor for one day I would want to be any one else but me

Do what you do, no one can do you