The Me Poem

Whatever it is that gets me to the dawning of the day.

It’s totally unique, because I’m different in my own special way.

You may not understand it, and choose to disagree.

But you are not going to change me, this is who I’m going to be.

I may not be exactly who I dream to be someday.

But the best I can do is hope that it all works out some way.

I’d like to change my looks, my attitude, personality.

Always trapped between who I am and who I want to be.

Just like you I have my demons that often come into play.

They surface and they disappear depending on the day.

I keep mine exposed, and let them create a lot of debris.

They won’t stay out forever, just momentarily.

Sure I can try to cope and pretend that everything’s okay.

But there’s something that’s inside me that keeps those thoughts at bay.

Why can’t I just be like you and see things the way you see.

Maybe that way I wouldn’t have these thoughts I have inside of me.

So don’t try to convince me or get me to see things your way.

It may be okay for you, but I see it as dismay.

It comes down to distinctiveness and individuality.

There is no way you could ever see or feel what’s inside me.

I don’t know how we got here or even why we’re here today.

It may sound cynical, but I don’t see the role we’re supposed to play.

But while I’m here I’ll keep on being who I’m meant to be.

That person’s name is Darryl. That person just might be me.

Where is that place you find that all your worries go away.

In your head, your heart, a location. Where every day is Christmas Day.

Some may live for mountains, the prairies, or the sea.

Others for adventure, power, maybe curiosity.

Whether you motivate yourself with dreams, or sit at night and pray.

There is a way to keep yourself from feeling total disarray.

The magic word is purpose, and it’s this I guarantee.

Find it and you’ll live a life that you’ll find heavenly.