Me

One of those bad personal poems I crank out. It's about me being myself and telling the reader to do the same.

I always know what feels right to me

That’s why I became what I came to be

Me

I drive a 1989 Volvo 245

Because nothing else ever felt right

I smoke a vintage tobacco pipe

It only feels natural 

I only wear black pocket tees

But what people fail to see

Is that I’m me

There is no point in blending

When you are unhappy 

Assimilation is the assassination of individuality 

So if you are different

Accept it

You are you 

Changing that is something you should never do

Like the things you like

Hate the things you don’t 

That is what I do

Though I can’t get the person I like back

At least I’m trying my best not to be sad

By being me 

Author's Note

I think I should cut it after "that is what I do".