The color I blend

What am I in this world?

Where great fly high and low stay low

a tiny creature with a mind to think

body woven to earn bread and drink

Yet I make a difference from the rest

in the art of thinking and choosing what's best

in my character and state of mind

when i'm in search of something to find

The direction I take and the logic I build

the synapses of emotion, by birth I'm skilled

probability may rule, but I have my own crest

reassured, that what I do is for my best

The way I reflect and my path to judge

the way I put things together and such

the choices I make and the choices I take

is a difference of my make

My mind is the creator of my character and trend

Unique is the color I blend

may not be great and may not scale high

But it makes a difference, So proud am I

Author's Note

Lol I wrote this when I was 14, found it on my school magazine

Reviews

[Brittney]

This is really good for a 14 year old, you obviously have a great gift which is represented in this as well as in your recent poetry. I liked the rhyme throughout. Nice piece

[slayerjay]

Thank you! This was about the time I started to wonder about what each of us mean individually, but it was more in a rebellious sense at that time haha, but now I have come to understand it in a more spiritual sort of sense.