Being Free To Be Me Poem

Being Free To Be Me

I am me,
I will always be me,
nobody I'd rather be than me

I am free,
I don't need any key,
to be whatever I want to be

They see me,
people always judge me,
I am not what I appear to be

Drink some tea,
or have a chat with me,
think whatever you want about me

Look and see,
most don't really know me,
so try to really understand me

I will be,
​whatever I will be,
doesn't matter if they accept me

Come with me,
so we can all be free,
to live our lives how we want to be

Just be free,
you are free to just be,
you can be you and I can be me!!!
Dean Thorpe
Highly manipulated photo of Dean Thorpe to go with a poem

About this poem

I am a very individual person, I am happy to be that way, the thought of fitting in or conforming to societies norms doesn't appeal to me in the slightest! Why be a clone, why conform, why spend your life trying to look like someone else or be like somebody else, be an individual, be you!!! 

I've had plenty of people make negative comments about the way I look, mostly people who look so boring that I'd probably never recognise them if I saw them again, just very boring looking people, in very boring looking clothes, with very boring looking hair, probably living very boring lives . . . I'd MUCH rather be me!!! :)

To quote the words to a song: (Love Me Or Hate Me by Lady Sovereign)

Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.
Love me or hate me, that is the question.
If you love me then thank you!
If you hate me then fuck you!

Sorry if that last bit sounds a bit blunt, but it really is how I feel. I love the people that love me, the others I don't care about at all, life is just too short!!! Too many people spend their lives trying to please others, worrying what others think, always trying to do the proper thing, no matter if the right thing for them or not! Just be you, enjoy being you, then the right people will like you. If people don't like you for the real you, then accept that. If people only like a fake version of yourself, then you will never be free to be the real you and you will never be truly happy. I have felt judged my entire life, never felt good enough, always felt rejected, so I find it easier to not care any more, something I do fail at sometimes.

My message to everybody that reads this:

Please try to accept each other, what difference does really it make if somebody looks a bit different (in any way!) or has different beliefs, ideas or interests etc. than you? Try to find really out about people, find out if they are a nice person, judge people by their actual actions, not by what you presume about somebody. On the other hand if somebody is judging you then either prove them wrong or just walk away and leave them to it.


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  1. Her notepad poems: Introduction
  2. Her notepad poems: Being free to be me
  3. Her notepad poems: Big metal box
  4. Her notepad poems: Blue lights in the mirror
  5. Her notepad poems: Christmas thoughts
  6. Her notepad poems: Cold and grey in the UK
  7. Her notepad poems: Colours of my life
  8. Her notepad poems: Computers are a pain
  9. Her notepad poems: Concept of happiness
  10. Her notepad poems: Crowds all around me
  11. Her notepad poems: Eh Ju Kay Shon
  12. Her notepad poems: Evil people around us
  13. Her notepad poems: Exploring the woods
  14. Her notepad poems: Feel the pain
  15. Her notepad poems: Feeling alone
  16. Her notepad poems: Fluffy little tails
  17. Her notepad poems: Fluidity / genderfluid
  18. Her notepad poems: Free school parking
  19. Her notepad poems: Frozen moment in time
  20. Her notepad poems: Gay Pride
  21. Her notepad poems: Going to Disneyland Paris
  22. Her notepad poems: Hand beside me
  23. Her notepad poems: I hate you
  24. Her notepad poems: Illusion of life
  25. Her notepad poems: Just another dumb animal
  26. Her notepad poems: Life of a photographer
  27. Her notepad poems: Life of a snowflake
  28. Her notepad poems: Light from another world
  29. Her notepad poems: Lurking in the darkness
  30. Her notepad poems: Maybe I am going mad
  31. Her notepad poems: Mindfulness
  32. Her notepad poems: My first true love
  33. Her notepad poems: Normality
  34. Her notepad poems: Not going mad this Christmas
  35. Her notepad poems: Opening my mind
  36. Her notepad poems: Out there
  37. Her notepad poems: Passion or prayer
  38. Her notepad poems: Perfect man
  39. Her notepad poems: Psyonic dreams
  40. Her notepad poems: Raindrops on the window
  41. Her notepad poems: Red is the colour of blood
  42. Her notepad poems: Roller coaster rider
  43. Her notepad poems: Second by second
  44. Her notepad poems: Side effect of Doctors
  45. Her notepad poems: Storm
  46. Her notepad poems: Strange creatures
  47. Her notepad poems: Stranger beside me
  48. Her notepad poems: Sugar excess
  49. Her notepad poems: Tick and the tock
  50. Her notepad poems: Trapped in the Summer
  51. Her notepad poems: Trust in terror media
  52. Her notepad poems: Watching death poem
  53. Her notepad poems: Westwood House
  54. Her notepad poems: When I grow up
  55. Her notepad poems: When munchies attack
  56. Her notepad poems: Why I go to Pride
  57. Her notepad poems: Why me