The Me you See

The me you see, is just a pale umbra of whom I’m supposed to be.

I’m just a toad at the wall who can’t make the jump up,
I try and I try and I just bounce off.
It’s a cliff so sheer and high that it’s a trick to defy the eye.

But what I really don’t know is that I’m just a toad in the road
and it’s just a small curb on a street I’ve come up against.

I tell myself one more jump…kerplunk!
My little toad head hurts like hell from all the bashing
against the wall it’s felt.
 
If I can just find a crack and crawl in and wind my way up.

But that would require luck…fuck
Where the hell am I going to get any of that?

So I’m a toad,
not a frog a princess can kiss.
Sorry no prince underneath  miss

But I will be the prince of toads one day
So fuck the frog I say!
and I look for that crack in the wall,
no matter how small.