You don't know who i am
A name by any other name is still sweet
Sibling bonds you interacted, but you don't know who i am
Nor anything about me
I've been really nice
I never fit in to your game
Never have you thought to include me
You've never given me a chance
Never have you known what its been like for me
Being outside the crowd
Left out and all alone
The things that you do and say
I always hear about them your mouths fill with gas day by day
Evil fumes pollute the air
I tried being fair
You don't deserve my friendship to share
It wasn't nice being my own best friend
I get tired of staying at home
I get so bored and inquisitive
So silly to have made things worse
Just it never felt nice being labeled what i never was
I wish i were a garment to be thrown into a chrome filled drum with drain-holes
Smothered in Comfort and Lenor thumped in surf then on a spin
It would be some fairground ride I'd come out clean and alive
With nothing on me
Only a label that tells you everything i am
I sometimes feel alone
I face the Holy City and i pray
Allah is always with me
No matter what i do Allah will always forgive me
Its only you stupid people out there who don't act how we should act
Yeah so to say i am one to speak
Who cares about what i did
I can still say i am better than you
I don't take drugs, i never had a boyfriend only my ex husband
I never kiss, i never mingle or canoodle I never had a drink in my life
Where i live its supposed to be a sanctuary not full of dorks trying to act like the western kings and queens
You might as well move up to Texas and play there and leave everyone else alone
Just coz you all have stories don't mean we're all the same
So OK there's the womanizer and the drink mad maniac
The pot dope weed kings
The flirts and GBH crew
The muscle men and their followers
So many more...
I give up playing nice
I give up pretending i am proud of this place
When i hated it
I hated it when i moved and i still hate it so much
It makes me sick, but with Epilepsy and a family all together
Where else should i stay
There are very few who are nice and sweet and kind
They don't judge a soul and accept me whether i am their culture or not
I respect them so much and give my friendship to them but i am so sick of having to stay in such a rotten place
The rest of you have been all wrong
Not who you think i am
If my mind where read i am sure you'd never speak of me again
My life isn't perfect and i never intend it to be
Read my mind if you could and see more of me than meets your dumb eyes
Its like you got cheating blind folds they all have holes
You see one little thing and what you assume is what i am
YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WRONG
I AM NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM