I am a person same as you
Living under a sky that’s blue
Casually strolling down a street
Anyone you could easily meet.
I am a person who needs the air
Who screams and rants that life’s not fair
But eventually will continue on my way
You could bump into me one day.
I am a person with hopes and dreams
With hidden demons and fights unseen.
Looking for knowledge from which I can glean
A kernel of respite no matter how mean.
I am a person same as you.
I have opinions I think true.
But they’re not stone set, just a gray hue
On the scale of life that holds me and you.
I am a person with a story to tell
But you are the judges so treat me well.
If you would just listen to my plea.
Please, please, please see me.
The Proud Dandelion 