Itchy Skin

My morning poem has inspired me to write so let's do an impromtu poem right now!

Never Be You

I wear red shoes
hardly ever watch the news
dream big but live small
I am me
not YOU
my life is not YOUR life
but that's okay I think
because my life is strange and exhilarating
and with misspelled words
A struggle to barely break even
I don't think just anyone could handle my life
My job will never be YOUR job
because my job must be free, allow me to explore and play
I could not sit in an office all day
or even for an hour
I must create
creating from nothing
is hard work
I don't think YOU could do
creating takes patience and frustration
not everyone can endure
My apartment will never be YOUR apartment
because my apartment must be me
and if anyone could walk into my apartment
and mistake it for another's
what a sad day it will be
My walls will never be YOUR walls
and unless they are covered in pictures and posters
expect them never to be white
for I live in a world of color and refused to be boxed in
My things will never be YOUR things
they will never be new or exciting
or flashy to show off my success
They will be dug up in rummage sales and basements
second hand stores and homemade gifts
As it seems the quality of finding treasure in other people's junk
has become a unique quality held by few today
but those people
who can find treasure in other people's junk
will be able to fill their homes with memories
of laughter, sadness, love, and sorrow
from people they will never know
they have the chance to be a part of an object's story
long and beautiful
appreciated through time, places, and people
and everything I own
has a history
And keeping something from sitting in a landfill
for just one more day
is special and kind of heroic
I think
my mind will never be YOUR mind
it plays like a child
observes like an adult
struggles to barely break into the middle of pack
sees hatred and chooses love
walks on it's own path
and is not even interested at whatever is in the box
It must pick itself up when I stumble and fall
A strength given to only a few in life
my voice will never be YOUR voice
it fights for what's right
advocates for those who cannot speak
and whispers kind words in the dark to strangers
hoping to give someone a smile
It will not go away when anyone tells it too
in fact it will just get louder
simply because it can
My heart will never be YOUR heart
cracked and weary
missing pieces
barely beating
but still strong and powerful
and able to stand
more than most other hearts
for it lives outside my chest
in another's hands
and for us to be apart but still together
it must be rather strong I think
so my life will never be YOUR life
but I wear red shoes.