Am I me, I am

Me, a threat to society,
I don't know where to go as they say I'm il faux,
'cause they don't understand what is meant by being a friend.
To be an individual is like a ritual, you have to hide not to give them a
fright, right, so I stay out of sight.
Born to be free is like having a cup of tea and cucumber sandwiches with
the Queen but never to be seen 'cause,
it will never happen like the other day in Manhattan
They say I'm the Devil himself because when things go wrong they blame
me even just for having a pee, it's called High Society.
I was brought up to be part of Society but you see,
I was not bad looking and pretty good cooking, not to mention the nooky.
The talents and the gifts that really put me in the shit,
and just for knowing more I was banned to score, now I feel like a whore.
So you see, it's not easy to be happy and as a man with many plans
it is very hard when it all comes from the heart
and to see it all disappear because of their fear I must leave, so as not to deceive.
Me, I love to please and share as I think that's fair but then when things
don't go to plan I don't know where I stand so, I hesitate and wait.
Family, friends and partners, where do they come from where do they go,
I do not know but when they go I pray for them and say,
Father forgive them, for they know not what they should, Amen.
In this world or in this life we all should strive for that goal in the sky
ooooh so high and not the negatives like all the purgatives that fill the hole
in the soul that leads us to hell, shedding our shell of fear so clear. I've tried and
tried to be, one of the many you see, the normal ones the sane ones and the plain ones, all wanting me to be, a lame one.
I'm having a hard time to make it all rhyme in time and to be one of the family.
Sages are not fakes as too much is at stake and sane ones are the lame one.
and lame ones are still ones, now I must confess the stress of being me
you see it makes me wonder if it's
worth its while to be free,

TO BE ME!