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