Yearn To Know Me Right Now

Welcome or not

are we

As we enter the world,

the world of everything.

We start off

so equal, so same

but suddenly you

heir to fame

and I beome lame.

While you be the cool kid

I look like fool, Sid 

While you go party

For school I shall never be tardy.

You wish for that 

Pink Pretty Prada

I study all of 

the flaura and fauna. 

All of these cute boyfriends 

you've gone through 

While I never once

fell in love to...

Called a prude I was for not

acting like a teenager 

But I must not see

myself as a wager.

For I am more than 

that I believe...

That this path I 

chose to weave 

with all its bumps,

holes, cracks, hills,

mountains and chasms,

One day will lead to 

an epiphany. 

An epiphany I 

yearn to possess

so bad.

They ask me

already by age 17 

like my life as if it is

steady, 

I answer with big, scared eyes

with answers that 

seem like wondering

spirits' cries,

waiting to be helped,

guided through 

the stages of the

mortifying yet mystifying

maze.

But I still

have not answered 

you say, the 

golden question of time

Who are you?

Who are you?

They yearn to know

to see, to judge,

to compare, to drag you

down into the dirt.

I'll leave you

with this to 

know:

I am a beautiful 

growing flower, 

with the claws of a tiger

but retracted right now

The bronze may have

stomped the flowers 

to the dirt

but with the soil

This flower shall

grow and you

wait, let me show 

who really I am!