As it turns out,

I’m not perfect.

I haven’t got the things figured out,

I am not wise far beyond my years,

There are days and nights I want to shout,

I don’t understand! And all my fears,

Plague me like everybody’s do them.

But my identity continues.

I am more than weaknesses. I am,

A nerd for fantasy books, I use,

Hashtags and lingo without any,

Idea what I’m saying! I’m praying,

To Jesus, my Savior, who said He,

Will save me from death! I’m playing,

Minecraft and other games ‘cause they’re cool,

I’m watching shows that aren’t filled with sex,

Or murder or things against the rules.

Of all the people, I’m not “the best”

But as it turns out,

I’m perfect at being me.