This Message Louder than this Poem

I am not perfect
But, If I was
I would probably detest myself
In a fabricated kind of way, Like Hollywood!

Oh, How I have been told
All would be better if I psychically changed
Everything on the outside
No worries if I became shallow and dull within

No, I am not ideal
What is ideal anyways?
A farce, A fairytale
Something fictional
Perhaps Peter Pan on steroids?

And also, I would like to admit
I hate flashy things
Not photogenic
My pose currently struck in vain

Cannot help it, Just not a model

Oh, Don’t have a lot of money as well
But that does not buy happiness
I would enjoy being very comfortable I do admit
But, I would never buy love
That would just make me a lowly pimp

So put away meaningless expectations
And fly into this heart
Feel the surge of this soul
And reach so very high
As you can call this existence home

Oh, Just accept me for who I am
Sick of being judged from only the outside
Fixing all personal problems on my own

All in the feeling of my own health living future

And in ending just know
This very message
Is louder than this poem



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/6/09