This is It

Sometimes I feel really important, and others… I don’t.

Sometimes I think you like me, but now most of the time… I don’t.

Where did the time go?

Why did it escape?

I wish you knew that I’m real

I don’t pretend

I’m never fake

I’m all out there

I don’t hold back

I’m Nice

I’m Mean

I’m Black

I’m White

I’m Backwards

Confused

Different

Unique

I’m Strange

And Weird

But I’m Real

So sometimes I thought you liked me, but now I just don’t care.

I can’t sit here any longer pretending to share a moment

a time and place

I’m sorry that it has to be this way

but this is it.