Some would say I’m opinionated
Others would say immature
I’d like to say I’ve been tampered with
Because no one these days is pure.
They gave me food and shelter
I learned from their mistakes
They tried to make me perfect
But by then it was too late.
My life was- was-
My life was made simple and easy
They’d bend over backwards for me
Was I some kind of experiment?
Or was I truly what they had dreamed?
No doubt I was brought up like china
But who wants to be breakable so soon?
No matter how tough I try to seem
Love is supposed to be magic
But for me it’s been hell and back
Poor men were giving me everything
And I couldn’t cut them some slack.
How could I love anyone?
How could I love anyone
If I didn’t know who I was?
It took losing almost everything
To finally look hard at my life
I noticed there was nothing
Nothing I recognized.
Who was I? Was I supposed to know?
Was it too soon? Or was I slow?
But there is always a harvester of light
Always a song to live by
And it was that face, pale and true
Brown eyes staring through and through,
They led me to recognize me in you.