Who am I?

Who am I?

WhO

 

who am i really?

What do you think?

I know my answer

But i can’t give it to you

Figure it out.

 

I’m not what you think

I’m not like you,

yet i’m the most normal of teenagers

trying to live

through today’s society.

 

I don’t fit in anywhere

No one understands me;

so don’t waste effort trying.

i can’t help the way i am.

accept more;

judge less

or else the world will really come to a stop.

 

Sorry, i don’t go to parties.

Sorry, i don’t smoke a bunch of pot.

I don’t want to escape my reality.

Sorry, i’m not looking to hook up with someone i don’t know.

Sorry, i don’t like egging houses at 3 am, cruising the streets

in hopes to pass the ‘bad girl’ test.

Sorry, i don’t call that fun.

There is a time and place for everything.

But did you ever give me a chance?

You never gave me a chance.

 

Money isn’t everything;

neither is a car.

Those items shouldn’t change who you are

But sometimes,

I look at you and think:

what happened to you?

Where did you go?

You used to believe my truth,

THE truth.

Now, you spread rumors in my honour.

Thanks.

That’s why i have friends.

 

Yes, it’s true

I hide behind my Trippa purple hoodie

Trying to get through each day

Because

This world has got me shaking at night

I can’t stand it

Anymore

I want to break free,

Leave this place;

Start over.

 

You won’t find me skipping school

Or drunk out of my brains.

I don’t steal things;

just because i say the f word

doesn’t mean i am a troublemaker.

I’m not a saint

But i’m not a sinner.

 

You can spot me

up in the air

Flying to sandia peak;

skiing down the mountain,

or snowboarding into the mist,

falling every other second.

i talk to myself;

i sing to myself

i run circles in my mind

before winning the race.

My kind of fun is a cup of hot cocoa;

laughing about nothing,

and staying up til 2.

 

I’m no popular kid

But i got my brood

To keep me sane and on my feet.

Alfa, Echo, Lima

We are three.

Connected by the phonetic alphabet,

Candy bars,

Smelly salmon,

Tender chicken.

Long drives to the middle of nowhere;

will you visit me when i get there?

 

The ones who don’t know my middle name

Are the ones who really know

understand me.

So if you don’t get it

Don’t pull your hair out.

Trust me,

i’m not worth the wait.

There is a time and place for everything.

 

i know only what i’ve learned

what lies ahead,

I can only wait

hope

that

my future will open doors

to unseen places.

“you all will change the world, i can already see it”

he said.

I plan to do just that.

Fly away and let me go

Live my life.

 

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