I don't know who I am but you won't tell me you do

I would love to think I know who I am but I don't believe I do.

I am always told how I should act and what I should say in certain situations. 

I am told that what I wear is not good enough or is weird.

I am told that I  am quiet and happy and cute and weird and unique and sometimes crazy.

I am told I am ridiculous for wearing jeans in the summer.

I am told to do this and do that by my parents. 

I am told by my relatives that I should go to school to do what they think I should do.

I am told by friends that I am cool and reserved and fun when you get to know me.

I am told my councelours at school that if I don't do this and that now I will not be successful in the future. 

I am told so many lines of B.S that it is hard to keep up. 

I am told that life is hard unless you do things the "right" way.

I am told all of these things that are meant to be good natured but all come out as ignorant comments that wreck my idea of who I am and what I want.

The truth is, my whole life I have been ignoring everyone. I can not take the thought of being anyone but myself and doing anything I do not want to.

I respect others, as I should but that does not mean I have to comply and mold into their definition of what makes a perfect me.

And so what.

So what, I do not know who I am.

I have been keeping myself cooped up so when I am out of my parents grip I can discover myself.

When I venture off I can make new, better friends who don't care that I am not their definition of "cool" or am not actually quiet; I just don't like to conform to their cliques and their ways of dressing and acting.

I can wear jeans in the summer and I don't have to know who I am because I might just be me and thats it.

Who I am is for me to find out, not for me to be told.

And one day I will find out, and the next I might not know again. Its not about being a certain way or in a certain classification.

Its about being free enough mentally to know that I am me and know one will change that. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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