Definitions

My vernacular hasn't been deciphered...
Yet they race for the chance to define me
With their coined metaphors
That leave them poor in their thoughts.
They used their one good word on me...
Different.

Is that all you've got in your box of ideas?
You've turned me into a last minute college essay
Breaking me down and taking me
Out of context until I am reduced
And I fit into the topic
That you have created.

Yet I stand here baffled by the dichotomy
Of being lost while finding my own meaning.
Who is this girl that stands before me?
Ridden with a million thoughts per minute
Yet is unable to expel one clear one on paper.
Yet I still refuse your meaningless labels.

Who wants vocabulary variance?
We'll be at a stand still before I concede
To the notion that I am who I appear to be
Or to a meaning in a book whose author is blindly vigilant.
I regret to inform you of the homonymous nature of things.
And while you conspire to make me into your adjectives,
Remember that I am simply a noun.