I’m not a poet

And my entire English class knows it.

I don’t have the best rhyming skills

Or any strong words that kill.

My poems don’t have underlying meanings

And they don’t convince any superficial feelings.

But I always give it my best.

Now I’ll let the real poets do the rest.

I’m not a jock

And the athletes know it.

I don’t have the endurance and agility

To run miles on end diligently.

My reflexes aren’t up to par

And I’m always scared about getting battle scars.

But I always give it my best.

Now I’ll let the real athletes do the rest.

I’m not popular

And the social status knows it.

I am not stick thin

Nor do I have the prettiest grin.

My list of friends is not indefinite,

And my lunch table makes it evident.

But I always give it my best.

Now I’ll let the real "populars" do the rest.

I’m not a genius

And my grade reports show it.

I don’t always make straight A’s

And I don’t always write perfect essays.

My knowledge of history is not one-hundred percent

And my science skills are only decent.

But I always give it my best.

Now I’ll let the real geniuses do the rest.

I’m only me

And that’s the only person I want to be.

My poetry skills can get me by

And my athletic ability is not dry.

My social status does not disappoint me

And my smarts are still a guarantee.

I’m only me,

And that’s all I can be.