I am...

They have given me the task to tell who I am

But a better question to ask is who am I?

Am I the muscle-head; the athletic jock?

Or am I the kid hiding drugs in his sock?

Am I the nerd with the brilliant brain?

Or am I the Goth kid that’s going insane?

Am I the Bully; the badest kid around?

Or am I the one that he knocks to the ground?

Am I the pretty boy who looks so fly?

Or am I the ugly kid who just shouldn’t try?

Am I the A student that will always pass?

Or am I the kid you don’t know cuz he’s never in class?

Am I the one with a future full of open doors?

Or am I the one you always ignore?

These are the questions that were on my mind

And an answer to them wasn’t easy to find

It has been quite a struggle trying to learn my identity

For I wanted to fit in, but I was different from the people next to me

So I rejected popularity and found my own path

And strove to ignore insults from those who laughed

And only in the midst of my confusion and fear

Did a description of my true character appear

And finally now that I am out of this jam

Good and bad I can tell you who I am!

I am a weirdo who is truly unique

I am (how do they say it?) on fleek

I am a stupid youth that thinks he knows what’s right

I am blind man yet I keep my goals in sight

I am a victim who has suffered from strife

I am the follower who has wondered who he was his whole life

I am a masterpiece; a work of art

I am the one who put himself together when he fell apart

I am a thinker with a brilliant mind

I am special and another like me you’ll never find

I am a spark with the potential to blaze

I am a boy coming out of a phase

Were he thought it was necessary to follow the crowd

But now I can say I am truly proud

For I appreciate the differences I have been bestowed

And now forever I will always know

That I don’t always have to be a part of the trends

Because the branch that breaks is the one that bends