This is me.

I have emotions.

Emotions I make hard to see.

I can be happy,

And I can be sad.

I sing to a different song.

I sound like many tunes.

I force smiles,

And have my blues.

But this is me,

As you can see,

Don't ask me to change.

Just let me be.

 

I've had my faults,

And have had my rights.

I live without a father.

My mother makes it all right.

I've had my bullies,

Others term it " Being b*****s".

I would say I wasn't a bully,

But that would be lying.

Name calling,

And fighting,

It's all the same.

Yet no one wants to take blame.

This is me,

For all to see.

 

I may seem strong,

But I'm sensitive at heart.

People say things,

Do things,

And they do not seem to care.

All my problems,

Are hard to bare.

I'm not always this sad,

I do not always get mad.

I have my moments,

And friends that I'm glad to have.

This is me,

Often happy,

And sometimes sad.

The things people say.

The things they will do.

Will make me mad,

But there isn't a thing to do,

Other then be glad.