Me I Am

“You’re so full of yourself”

“You dress weird”

“You like weird stuff”

“You talk funny”

I’m sorry?

Do I not fit your mold?

Am I a product of this society?

What am I to you?

Wait erase and forget that question Ask me instead if I care

Ask me if what you think of me is important to me

Ask me who I think I am

Why don’t you see what I see?

Because you don’t want to see

You don’t want to see who I am

You don’t know what I am

I am a teenage girl

Who sometimes falls prey to society’s traps

But snaps back to the reality

The reality of me

I am not your puppet

Nor am I your toy

You can point and laugh as I wear what I want

As I say what I want

As I listen to what I want

You go ahead and laugh Because why?

You laugh because you’re not as secure about yourself

You try to fit in with the crowd

You try to hide your real self

But guess what I don’t

I am me and I love me

I love my “dorky” ways

I love the way I snort when I laugh

I love to wear what I want

I love to watch what I want

I was raised by my thoughts

I was inspired by hate

The world thought it could mold me

It only gave me the tools I needed

The tools I needed to look away

To look away at the path that was right

That was right for me

Now I am....Me