WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE AND WHAT I AM NOT: 55  Lines

Don't you hate it when society, especially those who are close,
Try to preach to you and give you their dose,
Of what they think you should be, who they think you are, Who they think you should become,
When all you want to do is be some,
One who is their own person created from self,
And has his or her own personal wealth,
Oh and when i mean close i don't necessarily mean family or friends, Co workers, associates and classmates count too,
Yup they too, can have a say in who you are and what you do,
Because they, like the rest, are robots fit to form,
THEY are perfectly fine with the complete norm,

But not I, no not me,
I choose to be different, another, happy,
You see you want me to be the guy who gets married and has children,
But haven't considered what it is I'm feelin,
You want me to be the typical guy who doesn't seem to understand women,
Yet didn't think that maybe, just maybe, that's not how how I'm livin,
You want me to be the idiot who just stands there and has nothing to say if i decided to marry,
I thought a marriage and the wedding was about two people and not "its her special day" BS you carry,

And flaunt with ease,
As if the groom to be is the slave and you are the master to please,
And whats the deal with me having to ask you out,
I get that if I like you, but what if its you who likes me, Flip the switch, be fair, thats what its all about,
Why must I persue you? Cant we persue each other?
Shouldnt the playing field be level making it easier to love one another?

You want me to lie and tell you something that isnt true when you ask me how you look in a certain outfit,
When in my heart i like you no matter what you wear, even if its a misfit,
In the stages prior to a relationship you aren't willing to give an inch and I must do all the work,
You want me to lay it all on the line knowing you may not even notice my existence, move your head, or turn to jerk,
But that is not me, that is what I am not,
I am NOT the guy who does all the work while you sit pretty in a loft,

No! You come on down into the fire, get your hands dirty with me,
See the field as I see it, then you'll understand me,
And I am NOT the guy who jumps for joy at the site of marriage,
I don't see its purpose in my life, nor should i be forced to do it, like someone forced into a carriage,
There is much to be said, stay tuned for round two,
You thought I was mad here, Just wait for the words in me that brew,
Ughughuguhguhugh...... I'm irked by what i feel as I write,
I stop here finished, a piece not written with all my might.