
I am Me
(I am who I am as a result of who I am not)
I am not the girl my parents thought I would be
I do not always have my mother’s kindness or my father’s humility
I am not their dreams of obedience and purity
Instead,
I am me.
I am not the fair-skinned girls I see on the street
I am not like the people that I constantly meet
My existence has never been tidy or neat
To put it simply,
I am me
I am not the clothes I wear or the language I speak
I am not defined by any single word that you seek
I grow more and more different with each passing week
Precisely,
I am me
I am not parallel to those that surround me
I am not in the conversations that occur about me
My thoughts are demons that unceasingly crowd me
In one word,
I am me
I am not like the girl I see in my dreams
My vices seem isolate from most other teens
My love is an entity not all that it seems
Concisely,
I am me
I am not strange or abstract,
I am real, I am me
Specifically, independently, namely
Me