Who’s there? Something is there, something that is me. I know what it is, me, my identity. The one who wants to help when friends or family have problems, the one who can sometimes keep to himself, and other times stand out in a crowd of many. I am the one who doesn’t hold the truth back, if you need help from me I will take the role of a true friend because no matter how many “be careful” or “next time you know better” it will not help. I am the one who gives his patients to those who need it and sometimes those who don’t. I am the one who cares not for a first kiss or to have more girls than the next guy. Why? Because I’m looking for the right one not the good looking one. Sometimes I take the simplest things in life and make them fun, or make them fun for the moment. I am not afraid to speak my mind to defend someone of myself. I’m not bothered when people get pissed at me and hate me, why, because when things go south that’s there fault for not listing and being blind sighted by anger. This is what is there, me, and all the qualities good and bad, and I refuse to change for any one even a lover. So this is me Derek Gasquez.
I loved it, it was amazing! I really think that was awesome, the only thing I think threw me off was you mispelled the title. But it was probably the best poem I have heard in a long time, the messages you wrote in the poem couldn't have been better. You are probably one of the best writters on this site. Keep posting!
I loved it, it was amazing! I really think that was awesome, the only thing I think threw me off was you mispelled the title. But it was probably the best poem I have heard in a long time, the messages you wrote in the poem couldn't have been better. You are probably one of the best writters on this site. Keep posting!