The Topic is Me

September 18, 2013

I was asked to compile

Words of description in freestyle,

But what I did not forsee

Was the topic-- Me!

Now that I think about it, how difficult can it be?

I am 18 and was born here in town.

I go to school here, but spent a semester at a school in Korea.

I was the only American student there.

Well, after classes today, I sat in the car and dreamt

of ambling down the path, transversing the small stream, maybe strolling through the tranquil extent of the forest

when I woke up half an hour later sitting in the driveway,

so I climbed up the stairs and settled at my desk

to come up with this:

Being 18, it's hard to say who I am because I am

different than you may see me as. But I am who I am

and you are who you are-- I wouldn't have it any other way!

I love the feeling I get when I am happy, excited and motivated.

I strive to be my finest and augment my knowledge.

I enjoy the simple things, like the aroma of fresh rain,

or the impeccable smile of a young child.

You could say I am like anyone else and maybe

I am in several ways, so what sets me apart?

In truth, I am an aberration--

To your standards.

But I am just "me" in my own eyes.

Although we may be the antithesis of eachother

at times, aren't you and I

truly parallel- running

alongside eachother but

never truly meeting?

We learn of each other's error

and never really know it

because you are you and I am... well, me!

Don't you agree?

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