Me

Me
What do they see....
What can it be....

Me
Why must they try
to make me cry
to chase me home
to make me hurt
to burn my poems
tell me why....

Stone me for what I say
Shun me for livinq my way
I chose this path
You may laugh--
Look at yourself:
Are you any better
Stormy weather
hangs over both our lives....

Me
What about me....
Hear my plea....

Me
What can I do
to think like you
to look like you
to see like you
to know like you
tell me how....

Stone me for how I feel
Shun me for living surreal
I chose this route
You may pout--
Look at yourself:
Are you any better
Stunted tethers
Rein in both our lives....

Go on to Downtown Blues

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