Identity Crisis (-_-)

I am the essayist of my life,
so it’s me who shapes the end.
Like when I ride my bike,
it’s me who decides when it turns!

I don’t realize why I should
try to alter as the people want to see

I truly don’t understand
why I should
fit into  clothes
 that don’t belong to me

There’s something incredible,
something exceptional
About me
and everyone else out there

I don't desire
to be someone I’m not
When I can be special,
By just being ‘ME’

The End

12 comments about this poem Feed