I Am...Scholarship Slam


Who am I?
Do I even know?
 

I'm a dark night
trapped in a sunny day.
I'm a faint memory
drifting away, away.

I care too much,
sometime's very litle.
Some days I feel weak,
cold-hearted and brittle.

I feel so weak,
but when I reach my peak,
I'm stronger, I am no longer
bottled, bottled in deep.

When I sprout, without a doubt
I stand tall, I no longer feel small.

Inside I am nervous,
but on the surface
there is a smile.

Simply, who am I?
I am simply, me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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