I Am
I am quiet
I am small
The storm in me wages a riot
I am a wanderer
I am a believer
Constantly a wonderer
I am eighteen
I am young
Yet caught somewhere in between
I am depressed
I am scared
Underestimated at best
I am a weeper
I am conscious of my solitude
But I assure you I am a keeper
I am a writer
I am a friend
And an innate fighter
I am a creator
I am the one holding the pencil
The silent debator
I am what I can be
I am here to inscribe these words
Unapologetically me
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