what is me
this time, it's going to be easy
check everything to make sure
it's alright.
I'm not going to stutter,
or shake,
or cry.
I will speak clear.


Maybe I'll try to laugh-
as if anyone is actually listening.
It doesn't matter to me,
because I'm going to go anyways;



to the City of My Dreams.
It's not about them
it's about me.


I'm going to keep it together
even if they laugh,
or sleep,
or say I'm not being






realistic.


what do you mean, realistic?






it's about my dreams;
for once, I'm not going to worry about
what they think,



because I know










what is me.