I am...

I wrote this poem awhile back, when I was going through some pretty tough stuff. We all feel this way at some point, but we can all get through it! ~Enjoy~

I am...

 

I am homeless, though I have a house to live in.
I am broke, though I have money.
I am lonely, though I have friends.
I am stupid, though I have good grades.
I am heartless, though I cry.
I am angry, though my thoughts are calm.
I am heartbroken, though I'm in love.
I am broken, though I have not been shattered.
I am weak, though I am physically strong.
I am shy, though I act boldly.
I am controlled, though I act like wildfire.
I am lost, though a clear path is ahead of me.
I am cold, though I am surrounded by warmth.
I am silent, though I scream out loud.
I am deaf, though I can hear perfectly.
I am a loner, though people attach to me, and I attach to them.
I am ordinary, though I appear unique.
I am drowning, though I am not in water.
I am a rebel, though I have morals.
I am hurt, though I'm not injured.
I am losing it, though my mind is clear.
I am a caged bird, though the skies are ahead of me.
I am in a hurricane, though the seas are calm.
I am scattered, though everything is organized.
I am in love, though my heart is cold.
I am young, though I act mature.
I am clumsy, though my grace is perfect.
I am a blank canvass, though paint has been flung across me.
I am a fighter, though my reasons are unclear.
I am pressured, though no one is influencing me.
I am innocent, though I've done a lot of things that are wrong.
I am me, though sometimes I wish I weren't.
I am alive, though life seems so difficult.
I am a survivor. I survived myself.

Author's Note

There may be some grammer problems, I did try to revise. I do want constructive criticism, but no bashing. Please be honest with me. Don't just say, "I don't like it" or "I like it". I'd like you to explain why, and I encourage your suggestions. Thank you!

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