I Am My Own Person (Can You Not See?)

I am weird,

I am strange;

I am quite odd,

and perhaps

even a little crazy.

Though, nothing

in this world,

or any other,

for that matter,

could ever make me

change.

I am my own

person,

and my own person

is me,

whether I am boring,

or fun,

or have others

laughing a ton.

I am my own

person,

can you not

see?

I am this,

and I am quite so that,

I am who I am,

whether it be

a mouse,

or a rat;

a dog,

or a cat.

I could just be

a bird,

who flies

everso high;

or perhaps a fish

who swims

the seven seas.

Or maybe a light,

that shines in the dark;

I can be anything,

but anything at most,

I am who I am,

though,

I’d like not

to boast.

I could be a friend

that can count

from one to ten,

or a quiet sleeper;

who may not ever

make a snoring

sound.

At the most,

I could pretend.

Though, be that

as it may,

I will always be

the person that

I’d wish to

stay;

or perhaps,

in a way,

I wish for my person

to be the one

that was just

yesterday,

and not today.

Though,

it doesn’t matter

what I’d

ever want.

I am my own person,

and he is me.

Whether it be today,

or it be tomorrow;

or perhaps a year,

or two,

or even three.

I am my own person,

can you not see?