As I find myself wondering, who I really am
I think to myself where I started, and how far I've come.
I struggle to find what is me,
and what is the creation, made by the media.
I like to think that I am what I am,
but in reality, I am what trends and fads have made me.
So, to dig down and find myself,
I'm writing this poem.
This is me.
I like to make funny faces
run around barefoot in the rain
talk too much and too fast
and have too much to say
I don't like rules or guidelines
I write to fit my feelings, not a guideline
I like to meet new people
learn new things
hear new stories
I like people. A lot.
I want to be a teacher
to give the gift of learning
I'm gentle, but bold
comedic, but genuine
friendly, but quiet
occasionally upset, but always smiling
I am not trendy
I'm my own category.