Simply stated, greatly debated. Who am I?

My family, my teachers, my peers

Have an opinion, and I’ve been all ears

“You are intelligent, you are capable, you are wise

But how do we know it’s not a guise?”

No one cares if you can talk a good game

They want to see a diploma, printed on to it your name

Who am I?

That question connotes a search

My answer may encourage myself to smirch

It’s far deeper of a question than most may think

The possibilities surrounding it force me to shrink

Being so embedded in myself, I find it hard to reply

It’s like trying to explain the twinkle in one’s eye

The twinkle when you talk about their favorite book

Or the twinkle when they feel as good as they look

See, my stance on the subject is hard to explain

I’m too much of an enigma, there’s no other the twain

But back to the start, searching I am not

The person that I am has been already formed in thought

Yes, I am aware that I am only seventeen

But does that mean I’ll change to another human being?

No, I will stay the same person, subtracting and adding traits

That solely I have the power to dictate

I’m a gemini; two faces adjoined

My personality is two sides of the same coin

A social butterfly who only wants to stay in the house

Thoughts chirping like crickets, words quiet as a mouse

I don’t share half of what’s in my head

The fear of being judged could rip me to shreds

Exhibiting self-confidence like I’m a beauty queen

While within I can’t sew up the seams

The seams, they’re ripped on the outside too

Just my arms, when I’m feeling the deepest of blues

From a young age, I was told that I had a skill

Thus screwing that notion in my head with a drill

With age, I began to see

My vocabulary is far from Akeelah’s at the bee

I like straight to the point words, that will make you feel at home

(That explains my use of a format A/B poem)

So I ask myself the question, I am who?

And I answer myself, why Amber, you are just you.