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I Am... Me


I am a child,

Bright-eyed and young, 

Scanning every detail.

From trees, I hung.

 

I am a child,

With hopes and dreams,

Slowly learning,

The world is not what it seems.

 

I am a child,

Growing up, growing fast.

I zoom through the days,

Not looking back at the past.

 

I am a teenager,

Bored and headstrong.

I walk through dank hallways,

But hopefully not for long.

 

I am a teenager,

With many mistakes.

I don't listen to my head.

Everything is fake.

 

I am a teenager,

But I'm not really me.

I'm only demonstrating,

Who the world wants me to be.

 

I am in college.

I've learned so much.

I've grown to love,

Poetry and such.

 

I am in college,

I'm too young, but too old,

Learning to live,

And learning to be bold.

 

I am a person,

Who has discovered herself.

A journey with mountains,

A journey with health.

 

I am a person,

I finally understand.

To live and live well,

You must play in the sand.

 

I am myself,

And it wasn't hard to see,

The person I am now, 

I am finally me. 

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