I Am Who I Am
I come from everywhere, and everywhere is where I am from.
But can I eat the whole cookie without leaving a crumb?
I am my mother and my father put into one.
My favorite color is purple and everyday I run.
But can I handle the truth? That is something I wonder.
A couple of seconds ago, I started out simple.
Now, I am reaching under.
Let me reach beneath the smile I put on for the day.
Behind the scenes of daily txt msgs saying "hey."
Can I be who I am 100%?
They teach us that in school, but is that really what they meant?
I want the world to change, I want it different.
There is too much evil, and I know who sent it.
I have bad inside me, I must admit.
Sometimes, it is a big fire that is always lit.
Other times, I keep it in. Stay away from others.
Nowadays, I try to fix myself and cover the covers.
Who am I? I am me.
Me as in a person with flaws.
Major flaws most of the time abiding by laws but still fighting the common cause.
Coming back to this poem day by day, adding what I think I would truly say.
Adding what I think about everyday, taking one day at a tme, trying to remember to pray.
This is me, I, myself. Not him or her or what they felt.
Went to church, I felt relieved.
Time to apply what I learn and strive to achieve
Achieve to believe whole heartedly that I am doing my best.
The ultimate me I can be, not compared to the rest.
These are the things on my chest, my innners and my problems.
It doesn't matter where I put them, they will always be in the same columns.
I work for this and I work for that, and some things will bring me down.
But one thing I will always know for sure is I get back up because I refuse to drown.
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