“Who am I?”
I asked myself in freshman year.
I always felt lost like an outcast,
Scarfing down my lunch in the dusty, dark hallways.
I had fear I couldn’t get past,
Holding me back like a stop sign for days.
I always wanted to be a club officer or member,
Or even the leader of activities.
But I was a nobody that was never remembered,
So I couldn’t get past adversity.
Nobody I knew talked to me,
Or even looked me in the eye.
Never asking what officer position I wanted to be,
Or even saying “hello” or “goodbye”.
I was in the back like a ghost,
Invisible, ignored, yet still hanging around.
I was blending in the crowd, lost,
And I needed to escape to be found.
So I transferred schools for a fresh start,
To participate more and identify myself.
I embraced my creativity through various forms of art,
Like yearbook and drama to express how I felt.
I became a community service club president,
To show my love for helping others.
And I became more confident and independent,
Through knowing myself and overcoming my suffers.