I Am What I Am
I'm not who I always thought I'd be
Dressed in pink instead of black
Pierced ears instead of nose
But I am who I am, I suppose.
I'm smart and driven
But also worrysome and distant
I never really thought that I'd miss it-
The person I used to be
But now I can't turn back time, make up for my past
I never thought time would go by this fast.
But I am who I am, a little bit broken
With a little bit of stitching
Maybe even a bit of a miracle.
I've taken what I've been given and ran-
If only it wasn't under certain circumstances.
But I am who I am, I suppose
I'm growing up now, at the speed of light
The only thing about it is that it's too damn bright
I look to the future to be better than my past
I look to the future to makeup for time spent worrying
I look to the past to never forget.
I know who I am, and I'm proud of who I've become.
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