Who am I?
By Trent Schairer
There I am, witting on the couch with the TV on.
Alone I sit, thinking about who I am,
Or rather, who others think I am.
Some may think I’m a pimple-faced loser,
Others may think I’m secretly a psychopath.
But what should it matter to me?
I know who I am, and I don’t care what others think.
This is my life, not theirs,
So who are they to tell me what I can and can’t do?
I don’t tell people how to live their lives,
Because I don’t have control over their lives,
I’m only in control of my own.
Who am I?
I am me.
I am different from others because I don’t let society control me.
I stand out because fitting in is boring.
I live my life the way I want to, and I have a plan for it.
I can’t tell you my plan because you just won’t understand.
You’ll just tell me what everyone else tells me,
And I won’t listen because it won’t work for me.
I am who I am and no one can change that, no one,
So let me live my life, and I’ll let you live yours.