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