Who am I?

As I look to the sky for guidance, 

I am trying to see..

Me, myself, and who I am

Because I'm not who I'm protraying myself to be..

My friends at school..

They're just not right

I'm just not fiiting in.

I am on this journey alone 

I simply have to look within

Days and days go by..

And as the time passes,

I have nothing but the urge to grasp it

The real me is who I want

The real me loves writing poetry

Even though "they" might not think its cool

Writing poetry is for me

And once i gain the confidence to share that with everyone

The real me will be set free...