People always talk about how they wish to be someone else
What they would do in another persons shoes
how they would handle someone else's battles
which choices they would make if given half the chance the chance
who they would trade places with who they can beat but me
I am just satisfied being my self

A mediocre artist with a taste for poetry
history and music rivaled only by the voices in my head
five foot seven inches one hundred-eighty pounds give or take
with back pains and migraines rotted teeth and bleeding gums
caused by years of candy bars and midnight snacks
genetics depression inactivity insomnia and just plain laziness
a style all my own and senses
that don't seem quite so common anymore
I am satisfied being myself