violet thompson

I just want to be me

I just want to be me
A good and greater me
No games, no stories no
So tired of that shit

Why should I be different
Than I want or can be
For whom should I be red
Or blue or just pick one

I dream of lavender
And the scent of roses
With lemon balm for spice
And moon dew in the night

Should I think of violets
Sweet and sweeter by far
than those darker thoughts
that sometimes rule our life

I just want to be me
For all that that is worth
Be it sorrier still
But truthfully honest