No One (sortof I.P.

It is time for me to write again,
it has been for months,
though I have now forgotten
all I needed to or meant to tell you,

and what a good IP for how I felt
earlier as I fastened my clips on
helmet, leather jacket and boots,
slid down my visor and shades,

you feel like no one can see you,
you know, the real you, or how you feel,
as it happened, I was crying,
you know, the brave way,

just a crack of voice,
a tear or two,
or ok maybe a few,

I wondered if any of the people
we flew so free joyfully past
or sheep, or llamas, or you
could somehow tell, or feel
how I felt, only the trees.

I was not being depressed mind you,
nor some pathetic self pity, I was angry,
so angry, why can't you see yourself the way I do,
true, the way you are, right, for me and perfect,
you always right I told you I would be so happy to
do everything your way for the rest of my life,
because I know your way is right for you, and me,
if only you would just believe in yourself,
I trust you and damn even don't trust me,
actually do things the way you planned,
this wouldnt be so hard to endure,
I wouldn't have to be like a tree,
trust your own decisions,
dont ask everyone else,
don't let them mess it up for you, and me.