Am I?

Everyone thinks they know who they are,

but i just don't.

Contradictory sentences and phrases confuse me.

This is me trying to find myself.

Who am I?

Am I only my messed up hairline?

Or maybe I am my beaten fingernails.

Possibly the inch that my head goes up to, 58 inches to be exact.

Or am I what can't be seen?

Am I my stretch marks, 

The pink remnants of the past,

Where the wounds have not healed?

Am I my soul,

Beaten, torn, ripped apart

By those who I naively believed cared?

Or am I but only the scars

In my mind,

From the sticks and stones and shards of broken glass

That will never fade?

Am I just a person,

Caught between two opposing worlds,

One being my friends,

The other being them?

Am I their names,

The names I so intentionally did not learn,

For if I were to,

Would never forget?

Am I possibly the future of television,

The news, the article,

Warning parents to keep away the bleach?

After years of consideration, 

I have finally reached a conclusion.

It is an incredibly simple answer.

One that needs no explanation.

I am me.

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

No need to beat ourselves up - we are who we are. No need to doubt. Nice job. Uplifting.

[barleygirl]

This is really brilliant. It feels like it's conveying the wisdom of a much older & more experienced person, but spoken in the language of an uninhibited, imaginative younger person. I'm totally blown away that this is written by a 14-year-old. There's so much imagination & originality here . . . you show us "me" long before you get to the last line. Very deep & thought-provoking, but also playful. I liked the "stretch marks" statement so much, I feel like writing a whole poem about this one concept: getting scars from the mere process of growing up . . . physically, mentally, emotionally . . .

[penguin]

Thank you so much

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Gracie.
"It is an incredibly simple answer.
One that needs no explanation.
I am me."
The above lines are true. We decide our place and our journey. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[penguin]

Thank you for your reveiws. I greatly appreciate them

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[W R Stowe]

Very well put" I am only me"we can imagine being someone or something else but at the end of the day we are only ourself.As the song by Sammy Davis "Iv'e got to be me"or Frank Sinatra "My Way"

[penguin]

thank you!

[W R Stowe]

you are quite welcome