Monday, August 15, 2011

Different Me to See


I am transformed.
No longer a Bohemian contemporary
I won't go skipping down the hall
singing Jesus Loves me

I don't live for the theatrics
And burst into random Monty Python scenes..
I won’t spout Shakespearean monologues
But not because I do not love those things..

I have out grown the mask
I would put on for all
Too busy entertaining
To catch myself before I fall

I can still love Rocky Horror
Without putting on a show
I want the quiet life
Where things are peacefully slow

Love me for the old woman
that makes you sick to see
Accept that I don't need
excessive attention to be me...

1 comment:

Rachael said...

I really like this one, ma'am!