Who Am I?

5 years old, I stand true to who I am

Loud, funny, obnxious, free

Little did I know, it would flea

 

Middle school, I become anew 

Mean, cruel, hateful, cool

I was acting like a fool

 

14 years old, I try to find myself

Calm, collected, loving, nice

No longer rolling the dice

 

Senior year, I'm solidified

Caring, determined, confident, loud

No longer trying to blend with the crowd

 

18 years old, developing myself

I'm proud of who I've started to become

Starting with the personality of a crumb

I'm starting to be a trophy on the shelf

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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