Me
Who am I? I'm the person that doesn't speak. I keep my mouth closed. I gaze around at those and create mental notes. I'm an observer. I peer around. I make friends with those you put down. My heart is bigger than my body. But you can't really see. You're too busy poking fun at me. I never retaliate that's not the way I roll. I just wish you "God Bless" and continue on my toll. You consider me the weird kid, but I don't care. I know who I am, you can try if you dare. Take my lunch money if you will, step on my shoes, push me in the locker, go against the rules. You can't break me. You can't shake me. I know who I am and with this pen I'm stronger than all men.
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