I Am

Remember in 7th grade when your English teacher had you write a poem saying who you are? Well, going through my shoe closet, I found a bunch of old school stuff…and my “I am” poem. And believe it or not…I don’t hate it. I actually kinda like it, even with all it’s lovely pre-teen apocalyptic OMG mumbo-jumbo.

I am
contradictory of myself
always lieing to myself
the opposite
yet one in the same

I am
happy by myself, afraid to be alone
completely insane, not overwhelmed
just moving forward, aimless
I know where I’m going to end up

I am
compassionate
so apathetic
it’s only repayment
for the apathy I recieve

I feel
like I don’t have the time
to do gossip
no time to cry, before I die
this I never oppose

I am
eccentric and grounded
spontaneous and in the now
planned and eager for the future
but I still want to freeze time still

I am
optimistic, half empty
quiet and intruding
purposeful in everything I do
because I refuse to waste time

I feel
like people put my vulnerability to good use
I think
I don’t let people walk all over me

I am
to weak to face myself
the only one strong enough to face me
my own best friend
my own worst enemy

I would
feel less confused
if I stopped running circles around myself
feel less secure
because my body would be still

I am
tired
and broken
energetic
in pieces

I am
not really living
If I didn’t contradict myself

~ by Lindsey on November 23, 2008.