In Sixth Grade we wrote an "I..." poem, and this was it
"I am not to be messed with
I wonder what will happen next
I hear people talking
I see things unseen
I want to go home
I am one person
I pretend nothings wrong
I feel invisible sometimes
I touch many lives
I worry the war will never end
I cry because things are sad
I am imaginative
I understand things that shouldn't be understood
I say "what if" a lot
I dream of a happy place
I try not to show emotion
I hope everythings going to be okay
I am Mikaela"
And now at 19 years old as I sit crying on my floor because I can't afford the education I always thought would come so easy to me,
I am not to be messed with, and although I wonder what will happen next,
I hear and I see a bright future ahead.
Even though I want to just drop out, I know I am one person who can make a change.
I pretended for so long I wouldn't come to this point. But I feel the harsh reality as I touch my face to my knees.
I worry, and I cry.
But I am determined.
I understand that a hard time now means an easy life later.
I say this could be the end of it.
But I dream of a better tomorrow.
And I try not to be too down about it.
I hope for a miracle or a strike of luck.
I am a contradiction, and so that leaves me with,
Who am I?