I Am

I am unidentified.

A pretty face and name with a unknown destiny.

They ask me to be vocal,

But I AM afraid,

They ask me to be aggressive,

But I believe in inner peace

They ask me to be in power,

But I believe to much power makes a man go crazy.

Maybe, just maybe, I am not unidentified

I like the wild and the crazy,

The unexpected more say.

People call me weird,

But that's because they haven't lived.

Inner peace with a true naturalist side,

These things can't beat me

Cause I make up all of it. 

And if the people don't agree

Oh Well....... Because

I Am .... Me

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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