I Am...Scholarship Slam
Who am I?
Do I even know?
I'm a dark night
trapped in a sunny day.
I'm a faint memory
drifting away, away.
I care too much,
sometime's very litle.
Some days I feel weak,
cold-hearted and brittle.
I feel so weak,
but when I reach my peak,
I'm stronger, I am no longer
bottled, bottled in deep.
When I sprout, without a doubt
I stand tall, I no longer feel small.
Inside I am nervous,
but on the surface
there is a smile.
Simply, who am I?
I am simply, me.
This poem is about:
Me