See me sitting far away in the dark corner of anonymity,
Eyes downcast, cigarette ablaze in a cloud of intoxicating smoke.
You know exactly who I am... everything you try to be.
I'm a loner - Isolation is my drug.
I'm an outcast - Ostracized from the mainstream.
I'm a misfit - Not perfect, but still beautiful in every way.
I'm a whore - That pretty creature that you can look at, but can never touch.
I'm a basket case - Perfectly fucked up and an oddity all around.
I'm a Goth - Dark and decadent, self-absorbed, a creature of the night.
I know who I am and I know who you are.
All that you try to be will never be a part of me.
All that I am, I'm forever a part of you.
The title "I Am" is always a sort of catch all. Every poet seems to find a way to lay their view of self into the conflagaration we know as life.
I liked the different approach. Not proclaiming self, but slapping at the dogs who label, as you put it, yet somehow managing to elevate yourself beyond the plane of their ridiculous indifference to sentience.
You seem very acapable of grabbing life as you view it and slamming it face down on the table like a hand full of aces.
Damn fine splash of poetic blood! ~Tim