I Am...

Working diligently to prepare

For what is to come in life,

I enter the calm classroom with my head held high.

I am the student who always will try.

 

Carrying my musical tools,

I arrive at rehearsal.

To myself, "I will not miss a note," I say.

I am the musicain who refuses failure today.

 

Watching the person walk out,

The one who has always taken care of you,

Not knowing what or whom to believe.

I am the bastard son whose feelings are under siege.

 

But there is one thing greater than all those alone. 

I am me.

A student. A musician. A poet. An unwanted son.

I am the only person who can get "me" done.

This poem is about: 
Me
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