I am me
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I AM ME Walking around thinking about. My mind is free I’m out I’m out Always in trouble Or always at peace
I am mountains staggered and strong in a valley of skin. I am warm leather showing age and a life that was lived. I am wind blowing through golden fields of grain. I am the glimmer in ancient eyes, the earthy hue of my hazel windows.
Hello from the other side. A darker side of life where you are the last brown crayon to be picked in the box.
October 27, 2015, 9:36 pm
I am me. Past, present, future is me. Shaped, pushed, pressured. I may not be who I thought I would be at this point in my life, but I am getting there. Each day,
I am fearless and I am fun I wonder about my future I hear the waves giggle when they crash I see the sun smiling back at me I want success I am fearless and I am fun I pretend I am a dentist
I am me From my head To my toes I am the universe But I am very small I am my culture But I am different I am bisexual But I am not confused I am a friend
I am me in many ways I am different than everyone I know. I am a person with own desicions with own talents and aspirations. I am like a nomad who roams freely without rules only
I am what my parents always wanted me to be. I am a good girl with good grades and good friends. I hold doors open for people. I say please and thank you. I do what is asked of me.
I Am STRONG, I Am CAPABLE, I Am SMART, I Am FUNNY, I Am RELIABLE. I Can DO WHAT IT TAKES, I Can MAKE A CHOICE, I Can BECOME A BETTER PERSON, I Can MAKE A DIFFERENCE,
I am me Sometimes I'm out going
I am pages filled with nonsense,
I Am...Who am I? Who am I? I am x- An unknown, never constant, and always drifting.
Dear me, This is you telling yourself, That though there is a lot going on, You are alright; Now is just a moment of many more to come,
I grew up in the suburbs Always being told that I was different I grew up in the suburbs Always being told ways to change I grew up in the suburbs
Pain, Pain, and misery These things fill me, They consume me Yet i am not sad I do not let feelings kill me I don't cry because i dont have a dad I don't wheep for my mothers attention
I am not who I use to be I am better I can see myself better I use to wish that I was not this
The world can be a cruel place Almost as cruel as my face I have pimples, not dimples. When I smile my chin does a double, making my face look like a big round bubble. Hair is staticy, face is pale,
who am I? I am the girl who never does anything right I am the girl who sits alone in her room I am the girl who never gets asked to the dance I am the girl who never has a clue
They see my faults; I see only beauty.
I am kind and krazy. I am sensitve and silly. I am brash and bold I am fun and free I am loving and loud I am me.
I am a product of irresponsibility on his part. A new envision sculpted from his form and her features. I am what I am. A lively child shrouded in isolation and a lonely shadow. Pushed forward from a young age to build a barrier.
How can I feel everything and nothing at the same time? How can I be loved, but still feel all alone? How can I be smart, but act so stupid? How can I be stressed and frustrated, yet appear to be calm?