I am me
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I am me; the boy with the passion but fear to write
I get scared each time I pick my pen to write
I have always adored people who write
I need someone who will put me in the right path to it
I AM ME
Walking around
thinking about.
My mind is free
I’m out I’m out
Always in trouble
Or always at peace
I am mountains staggered and strong in a valley of skin. I am warm leather showing age and a life that was lived. I am wind blowing through golden fields of grain. I am the glimmer in ancient eyes, the earthy hue of my hazel windows.
Hello from the other side.
A darker side of life where you are the last brown crayon to be picked in the box.
I am me.
Past, present, future
is me.
Shaped, pushed, pressured.
I may not be who I thought
I would be
at this point in my life,
but I am getting there.
Each day,
I am fearless and I am fun
I wonder about my future
I hear the waves giggle when they crash
I see the sun smiling back at me
I want success
I am fearless and I am fun
I pretend I am a dentist
I am me
From my head
To my toes
I am the universe
But I am very small
I am my culture
But I am different
I am bisexual
But I am not confused
I am a friend
I am me in many ways
I am different than everyone
I know.
I am a person with own desicions
with own talents
and aspirations.
I am like a nomad
who roams freely
without rules only
I am what my parents always wanted me to be.
I am a good girl with good grades and good friends.
I hold doors open for people.
I say please and thank you.
I do what is asked of me.
I Am STRONG,
I Am CAPABLE,
I Am SMART,
I Am FUNNY,
I Am RELIABLE.
I Can DO WHAT IT TAKES,
I Can MAKE A CHOICE,
I Can BECOME A BETTER PERSON,
I Can MAKE A DIFFERENCE,
I Am...Who am I?
Who am I?
I am x-
An unknown, never constant, and always drifting.
Dear me,
This is you telling yourself,
That though there is a lot going on,
You are alright;
Now is just a moment of many more to come,
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told that I was different
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told ways to change
I grew up in the suburbs
Pain, Pain, and misery
These things fill me,
They consume me
Yet i am not sad
I do not let feelings kill me
I don't cry because i dont have a dad
I don't wheep for my mothers attention
I am not who I use to be
I am better
I can see myself better
I use to wish that I was not this
The world can be a cruel place
Almost as cruel as my face
I have pimples,
not dimples.
When I smile my chin does a double,
making my face look like a big round bubble.
Hair is staticy, face is pale,
who am I?
I am the girl who never does anything right
I am the girl who sits alone in her room
I am the girl who never gets asked to the dance
I am the girl who never has a clue
I am
kind and krazy.
I am
sensitve and silly.
I am
brash and bold
I am
fun and free
I am
loving and loud
I am
me.
I am a product of irresponsibility on his part. A new envision sculpted from his form and her features. I am what I am. A lively child shrouded in isolation and a lonely shadow. Pushed forward from a young age to build a barrier.
How can I feel everything and nothing at the same time?
How can I be loved, but still feel all alone?
How can I be smart, but act so stupid?
How can I be stressed and frustrated, yet appear to be calm?
