I am me.

Society can not mold myself.

Call me weak,
If you so please,

I'm not good at sports,
Or earning these keyes,

I don't play sports,
Or have good grades because I can't,

I do it simply because,
I'd rather not rant,

I am different,
Unmolded by society,

I refuse to take part,
In any form of hierarchy,

I have one thing to offer,
In this world,

These words,
The part of my soul being unfurled,

So while you may appreciate,
The words I write,

Do not expect us,
To get in a fight,

Everyone is entitled,
To an opinion it seems,

So why ask,
What my identity remains,

My rank is nonexistent,
My title intact,

I am me,
I need not be molded,

For what I am,
Is simple clay,

And I say let me,
Mold a new puppet,

One with no strings,
And free will it seems.

Reviews

[Kat]

This was very beautiful to read. Amazing work.

[A Foiled Soul]

Thank you for your review. It is very helpful.