I am not who you think I am

Sun, 10/11/2015 - 19:07 -- GraceY3

I am not who I appear to be.

I am not that quiet girl who you've had in some of your classes,

the one with all of the answers.

Truth be told,

I have no idea who I am.

The only definite response seems to be complex.

I understand that every trait I have,

I am also lacking.

I may appear as sweet,

but I am not always so picture perfect,

People say I am smart,

but I am also ignorant.

I am happy

but sometimes overwhelmed with grief.

You cannot define a person in single words

because definitions cannot explain such complex beings.

The question is not 'Who am I?'

but rather,

Why are we  so obsessed with categorization?

When has complexity become outlawed unless capable of simplification?

Have we forgotten the thrill of the unknown?

The fact that we don't know everything,

but also that we don't need to?

So, who am I?

I honestly couldn't tell you,

but I have made peace with that.

This poem is about: 
Me

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