"Me" by Paula Cole 1996

I changed a few words,
but if you want to read
the original just search
for the song and singer,
and the lyrics will come up

I am not the person who is writing,
I am the silent one inside.
I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes,
I just pacify their egos.
I am not my house, my car or my poems,
They are only stops along my way.
I am like the winter,
I'm a dark cold person,
With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave
And it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence
I am carrying my voice
I am carrying a heart.
I am carrying the words
I am carrying my prayers,
but you cant kill my spirit,
it's old and it is strong,
And like a mountain
I'll go on and on.
But when my wings are folded,
The brightly colored moth blends into the dirt into the ground
And it's me who's too weak,
And it's me who's too shy to ask for the thing I love.
And it's me who's too weak,
And it's me who's too shy to ask for the thing I love.
But I love
I am walking on the bridge,
I am over the water,
And I'm scared as hell
But I know there's something better.