Who I Am

I love little more

than being who I am,

but I've been ashamed,

by failing your exam.

I chose multiple choices,

and answered false and true,

but none of me was in it

when I gave it back to you.

I guess I thought it proper

to astutely play my role,

and I stood there, dumb,

as the red pen marked the whole.

If I'd been thinking clearly,

and if I'd been brave enough,

I would have drawn across the page

all kinds of brilliant stuff.