I Am Many Things
I Am Many Things
People use titles, to explain who they are
Or others give them titles, seeking people to mar
I say this, to say who I am
Is not with titles, but experiences in a jam
Titles may explain, but there is a story behind it
Some may be short, others a deep pit
They say I'm anti-social, I say I'm concealed
I share my life with close friends, I don't spread it about a field
They say I'm smart, I say I haven't learned enough
When you pay attention in class, it ain't so rough
They say I'm out of touch, I say I'm classic
I prefer tangible music, made of vinyl and plastic
They say I'm quiet, I say that I'm quite loud
Once you get to know me, I'm as boisterous as a thunder cloud
If you were to ask, what I think about myself
And inquire about my titles, that sit upon my shelf
I would tell you, I'm not sure you'd understand
But I can name only five things, and count them off my hand
I am a gamer
A true entertainer
I am classic
And somewhat spastic
But most of all
You should see
That most of all
I am me
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