Dipped in leather she was,
Tough as it too,
Or so they say.
Their eyes closed to the truth.
An idea,
A holucination of what should be
Was She.
A podium to climb
BIGGER that Thee
Mistaken for an anapirition
A moulded mess of light
Seeping through the cracks
Will I be understood tonight??
The pedestal is way too tall
For me to climb upon
Im much smaller than I used to be
Im just me
Dont you see
My colours don\'t shine so bright
I can no longer be the light
That guides you to
Your path of right.
This person you wish me to be
I am nOt thee
I\'m just me
Trying
To be
ME.