Yep, This is Me

I think I was born Fully grown at 16, pulled yelling and screamin Into a world I didn’t understand There I was in my patched blue jeans (I know, that’s a stretch but if I can be born at sixteen I can damned sure be born fully dressed. Besides this is my story and the patched blue jeans Set the mood For what I have to tell Back to where I left off In my artistically patched blue jeans And all around me I see sweater sets,matched pearls Junior proms I’m scared to death Its worse than I first thought It’s the suburbs And I am here, out of my depth A postage stamp with a dot Of lsd 25 under my tongue A denim jacket over my shoulder And I know its time to go Forward to L.A. Venice Beach to be exact A million miles from the burbs Light years away from my birth And I’ve found a home at last I think I really believe How easy I am to decieve What I found In my numbed stumbling fashion Is another plane, another dimension Where lies become our truth Where we sit and stuff our minds With anything chemical and illegal While we bemoan our sad Beginnings Without a thought to where We were headed Going Too fast Speeding On Down a lost highway Looking back Never ahead Afraid we might see That wall we are Speeding toward That oblivion We claim to want That decision We decline to make Made for us by a hit too big Heroin too strong Cocaine too pure But wait This is me we are talking about And I am still here writing these words Did I see the light Find God Fight the honorable fight Realize how deep I was Mired Or did I just…become…too…damned ….tired ©Sue2001 Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 08:45 AM PST   0 • 10