Complicated

You are acting like someone else.
But this time I am at fault.
Am I not normal to the skin?
Do I look different to the touch?
If I go around preaching the bible,
You promise to me that we won't get along.
Do you want me to promise you,
That I won't be myself,
That I won't have my belief?
This goes beyond belief
I am beside myself.
You take me to the core of the person
Rotted like an apple in a dump.
Should I not want to share my views?
Or just not talk about it.
Who wrote, that I am not that type of person?
I am what I am,
Branded a Jesus Freak, but that's not the point.
What made you say those words you said
Was it the pure fact of your intelligence?
Or pure shallowness of the world that is set about you?
I am outraged by the words that struck me
Feeling shocked
Like I had just been hit on my blind side.
And the anger manifests in me.
Be the person I grew to know you as,
Not someone so subjective

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002