July 29, 2005

• WHO AM I? WHAT MAKES ME DIFFERENT?
  (written by P.A. Jervis, Jr.)

  
  

  I can't believe that I am
  Who I am

  
  

  Who am I?
  You ask...

  
  

  Here there and everywhere
  I swear that I could be a somebody that really believes he is a nobody
  
  I am a friend that puts the lovers in front of his friends
  I am the loser that loses the lovers and begs for his friends return

  
  

  I swear I've never to meant to hurt anyone
  But so far, I've become expert at it.. so seamless and natural

  
  

  I've failed to see love right in front of my face
  And live the romance that is far away but so near to me
  Because of the past, when I am the one that tells people to let go of the past
  For it strangles the heart and drains it of the love

  
  

  I am the one that falls for the lovers that say they love me
  Yet and still they don't love me at all, in the end it's me that falls

  
  

  I am the one that hides in the corner to the back
  Stands away from the crowd, observes the people and realizes that I am completely different than everyone else
  Sometime I act like this doesn't bother me, then all of a sudden I break down

  
  

  I am the friend that is late returning library books that a friend was so kind to check out for me
  I am the loser that returns the book four weeks late and has no money to pay for the books lost adventures in my hands
  As I found out what kind of misbehaviors the characters were up to

  
  

  I am the online chatter that tries to meet new people
  Online junkie, sometime feeling like an underpaided tech support person
  
  I am the hidden nobody that somebody knows about
  Yet that somebody is hiding from me or at least I just pretend not to see

  
  

  I am the reader that reads the weirdest shit that no likes to read
  I've picked up fresh books that are more than 10 years old the last few times I've been to library
  I am the reader that wants to read War and Peace one day

  
  

  I am the person that drinks alone, in an empty apartment
  I have friends that come over to support and comfort me
  Or just get drunk right along with me.. otherwise, I get drunk me. me. me.

  
  

  I am the t-shirt screenprint designer that creates fabulous t-shirts for fabulous people to wear
  I am the design, I make the changes, I do it even when people are in rages

  
  

  I am the t-shirt screenprint designer that is still waiting for his bag that he designed
  Everytime I ask for one, I get fed excuses when I didn't ask for any.. I am full.
  Just like everyone that gives me the excuses is full of shit

  
  

  I am alone, lot of the time, most of the time because sometime I like to be
  But when the lonely time is over there is most no one here to rescue me to take me away
  Except for the online creepers, guys that live with their parents at 39, and heart breakers

  
  

  I am the road trip DJ that loves to travel with friends and family
  I love to keep the entertainment rolling and love taking requests unless the rest of the car doesn't want to hear it
  Be careful though, you might get out numbered and listen to something that you won't want to listen to

  
  

  I am a former marketing major that has been kicked out of the business school
  I am the loser student that is trying to redeem myself after receiving a letter from the business school with rejection and being told that I couldn't do one of the best positions on camps because I failed to keep my head in a book and learn just a little more

  
  

  I am the loser that dates losers and seems to have some kind of attraction to losers
  I keep on dating them and they keep on dumping me.. I give too much of my heart
  They take it way and they run with it.

  
  

  I am the man that used to scream on roll-a-coasters and close my eyes
  I am now the man that gives everything he has to smile when it comes to camera time on the coaster
  I am the man that keeps his eyes open during the three minutes of the coaster. I have over come my fear

  
  

  Who am I?
  I am still trying to put it together

  
  

  I am the person that everyone thinks is a joke, a laugh
  I fear that some people don't take me serious sometime
  I feel that people sometime take me too serious or just don't care how I am feeling

  
  

  I am that stranger that walks by you in the store and starts a random conversation with you
  Standing next to cereal and telling you about my weekend or how I've been working all day
  I am sure that you don't care but it feels better just to share and get it off my chest

  
  

  I am the poet that goes to open mic night
  Screaming, yelling, whispering, dancing and expressing emotion
  On this one night I give everything I have to let the world into my world

  
  

  I am the person that loves to celebrate and have fun
  Singing, dancing and loving every moment while I am in the fun
  Then remembering the good times afterward

  
  

  I am the skater that sprang his middle finger
  Who has not gotten back on one, but is trying it out since he bought a cheap one at Target

  
  

  I am the apartment renter that pays half rent for a two bedroom apartment
  Who hardly sees his roommate, but his roommate still pays half

  
  

  I am the shopper, that hardly turns down the opportunity to go shopping
  With nice clothes, nice things and such harsh and ugly credit card bills and overdrawn bank accounts

  
  

  I am the single black male that sometime doesn't like to listen to rap
  And doesn't like being stereotyped or being called out of name

  
  

  I am the gay guy that has never had a relationship past one month and two weeks
  I've never role played and I enjoy sex without the toys
  I love to giggle and flirt with all the cute boys

  
  

  I am the gay guy that ignores the stalkers and often get caught up in forgetting people
  I forget everyone and block everyone from my mind

  
  

  I am the shelter kid from California, that is still learning how to live life
  How to pay bills and survive on my own with out the parental umbrella
  But I tell you it rains hard sometime, I can't even lie.. when it rains it pours, for months sometime

  
  

  I am the kid that decided to leave California to come to Arizona
  Arizona is the place where I find freedom and I can be myself
  Despite all the people laughing and pointing at me, like they do everywhere else, I am feeling a lot happier here

  
  

  I am the Californian that lives in Arizona that misses my friends in San Bernardino, Rialto, and other spotted areas
  I am the Californian doesn't miss the dirty air and difficulties to breathe, but missing the late night clubbing

  
  

  I am the young boy that is steadily growing into a young man
  That misses his family back in California.. only seeing them on weekends, every other month
  In the back of his mind is the cousin that is Iraq, that no has heard from in months
  My heart is turning purple while you are out there trying to get one

  
  

  I am the runner that runs long distance, training twice a day
  Most people think that's crazy, I think it's just fine

  
  

  I am the Mariah Carey fan that is proud of her recent achievements
  Proudly singing a whole CD at least once a day and wishing that I could be successful singer
  Trying to catch every note, sometime going back when I miss the note until I get the note right to sing along with her

  
  

  I am the text messager that goes over his limits when really interested in getting to knowing someone without talking to them
  On the phone because sometime you just don't feel like hearing their voice on the other end, but mostly it's fun and stimulating to do text messages.

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