Poem of Possibilities

 I hope you've found yourself by now and stopped dancing in the rain.
I hope you're moving forward now and stopped listening to your brain.
Your brain speaks louder than words sometimes which is not always a good thing.
You don't always have to listen to it. I hope you've learned that.
You are confused now, as confused as your eyes are green.
I know you've got it figured out I know you're just as I hoped you'd be.
But now your nothing, at least that you see.
Your blonde hair means nothing to me for all I care it could be green.
Look at the camera and show who you are.
No more hiding behind that closed door.
Millions of people seeing you on screen? That's your dream.
Can't you see, you're formally normal, cunningly sweet and incredibly meek.
But nothing you say can you believe, you're ludicrous, oblivious, and somehow neat. But please don't speak because you're. Weak.
It's not who you'll be, 'tis my version of me.