Who Are You?A Poem by PadfootBlackIs it wrong that when you ask "Who are you?" I don't know what to say?
Is it weird that when you tell me "Straighten up." I don't know which way?
Is it strange that when I'm with people I've never felt more alone?
Or odd that when I'm with no one It doesn't matter where I roam?
My quirks are my own, your expectations are shallow You expect me to be a girl I don't know You say, "Go along and be what you're supposed to be, who you're supposed to be, what you're supposed to be." But here now I tell you I'm not who I'm supposed to be And though you may chide Next time you ask me "Who are you?" I'll reply, my voice filled with pride, "I'm me." And I'll walk away With a bounce in my stride. © 2010 PadfootBlackAuthor's Note
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