Figure it Out

I've gotta figure out who I am

I see a man in the mirror
But I don't know who he is.

Is he the kid with straight A's,
Or the one who bullies gays?

Is he the choir boy everyone loves,
Or the one who doles out pushes and shoves?

Is he the one who gets all the girls,
Or does his head in the toilet swirl?

Does he f**k up everything he does,
Or is he good at everything, just because?

Figure out who you are!
Figure out who the f**k you are!

The man in the mirror screams,
His orders I must heed.

Author's Note

Crisis, venting the only way I know how: poetry. Feedback appreciated as always.

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

This is quite a powerful piece, Will. The rhythm of the short lines and clean rhymes offers impact an urgency to find out the answers to the questions being asked. Important questions, too - trying to figure out who we really are... often takes a lifetime. Excellent poem!

[Will]

A lifetime of questions with so few answers, it seems. Glad you saw the power and emotion I put into this. As always, thanks for the feedback, Rita.

[Adri Moolman]

you really are a very very good poet

[Baby Ricochet]

I've got a piece along this same theme written, I have to edit it and it'll likely be the next piece I throw up. Well maybe "throw up" is a poor choice of words. I have been choosing some bad words lately. Oh yeah, Your Poem. Good short, punchy rhymes with a nice structure. It's up to you but personally I'd have left the mature warning off. A couple of F bombs is nothing now a days.

[Will]

Well given recent events, I wanted to make sure nobody took offense to either of the f-words I used. I'm gonna take it off now. Thanks for the review, BR, and send me a read request when you've got that poem thrown up.