Who am I

Walking in the school hall Always trying to stand tall With confidence I wish I had My stomach turning, still feeling sad A feeling that my hair is ruined And my clothes wanting to be loosened Not only because they feel too tight But because I want to be out of sight Always afraid of being disliked Wanting nothing more than to be liked Trying to be “normal” and to fit in Always putting on a grin Truly wanting to stand out But having a doubt That I won’t ever be heard or even seen Or even picked out of the crowd Being seventeen is like being on a search It can create many emotions That can cause so many commotions Everything seems preset Like a Barbie with he only motions Or like a zombie without notion Sometimes I look at a beautiful model A talented actor Or hear the angelical voice of a singer And then I wonder What is it that defines me. The real me The one that hides behind these superficial walls That we call world Out the status quo We ought to meet In our every day Of life we must live.