You ask me who I am <br />And that is a loaded question <br />I do what I want, whenever I can <br />Without a lecture from anyone <br /> <br />I dance around the answers <br />Questioning the reason of it all <br />Nobody deserves to know me <br />Because I am the hell that you dream <br /> <br />Keep your distance from my plaque <br />I am not sure that there is a cure <br />But why should I even care? <br />When the world has disowned me<br /><br />C.R. Ebowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disownment/
