This is inspired by many things

This is inspired by many things. The title actually comes from some test that I took that said I was a poet. That test knows its stuff!!

Complex, Artistic and Misunderstood(29-5-01)

Who am I?

Am I really just…

Me?

A tall,

Smart

American,,

Brunette?

Or,

Maybe,

I’m only a nuisance.

Just a sore thumb.

Someone that gets the way,

Doing nothing right,

Nothing,

Not ever.

Perhaps,

I’m the joke of the year?

That ex-ex-pat,

Gone and back.

Someone to point at.

Someone to laugh at.

Possibly,

I’m a brain.

A person to copy off.

Someone who should have A+’s.

A freak perfectionist.

Why?

Why am I seen from the outside?

No questions are asked,

Everything’s a…

…given.

No one understands.

Not one bit.

I am an artist.

With my pencil and paper,

Drawing out the world,

For all to see.

I am a writer.

Jotting down ideas.

Creating images,

People,

Worlds,

Ideas,

Just with several letters.

I am a poet.

Cant you understand?

The world around me,

Inspires me beyond belief.

That chair.

This bench.

That dance.

This…

This feeling.

This feeling of hate or grief.

Of happiness and anger.

Of jealously and miserable-ness.

Of content beyond belief.

I am a teenager.

Suffering this world.

Trying to fit in.

Though why would I want to?

Who wants to fit in?

Because,

I am a poet.

Wondering why?

Wondering who I am.

Knowing the answers.

Unlocking them for others.

Letting them in,

Into my world.

Though only for a minute

I  A M  M E Nothing can change that.

I don’t want anything to change that.

For 14 ½ years I’ve been me.

And me I’ll be forevermore.

As complex as I am,

That only makes things…

Well…

More amusing.

I  A M  M E

A poet,

An artist,

A writer,

A teen,

An American,

A joke,

A laugh,

An outcast,

A girl.