Who I Am (a poem)

Who I am

Written March 10th, 2011

You see me

Coming down the hall

In my black clothes

My big combat boots

My music too loud

All by myself

You think to yourself

She must be depressed

She must be lonely

An outcast

What an awful way to live

Drifting through this cold world

But I ask you

To look a little closer

I am not the sad soul

You think me to be

Look a little closer

And truly see

See the way I walk?

I do not cling to the walls

Shrinking into them for shelter

I strut down the middle of these halls

With long confident strides

A swing in my hips

See the way I hold my head high?

Above the wrongs of mankind

I learn from the past, I don't live in it

Instead I look ahead

Toward a bright shining future

No one can stop me

See the way I pass right by

The cruel words thrown my way?

Their attempts to hurt me

Foiled and worthless

Leaving them embarrassed

While I walk on stronger

You may think me depressed

But I'm high on life

You may think me self-hateful

But I love who I am

You may think me anti-social

But I have friends; few yet loyal and true

Look at your companion

Walking beside you

Would he take a bullet for you, and you him?

My friends and I

Would fight to the end

To take that bullet for each other

You see me

Coming down the hall

In my black clothes

And combat boots

My music too loud

All by myself

If you'd just take the time to look closer

You'd see I'm not what I appear to be at all