Me

All these people around me,

I don't know what to do.

I want to fit in,

by just being me;

But no matter how hard I try,

they never see the real me.



The only way they will accept me,

is if I act like them.

But I think if I do,

my life will come to an end.



All I want to do

is be part of the social pool,

by just being me.

But all I do is hang around the side,

and dip my feet in,

only when being held by the hand.



I enjoy being me,

and don't want to change.

But to be part of the group,

I lose me,

and end up lost instead.



As life moves on,

I know I shall find the answers,

to this problem I have.

But no matter what I know,

I still feel like I will be left behind;

Unless I become part of the crowd.



For now I don't care if I join the group.

I'd rather be me,

and have people accept who I am.



For I feel I will find the answers I need.

But I just hope I can hang on,

and live through the hopeless fears,

of being left behind,

and the possibility of being......

alone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem while I was in school. My friends and I were goofing around before the bell and they all left me alone to go hang around with every one else like they always do. But when they did it that time it hit something or lit something inside of me and I started writing. I had others read it before I even read it and I got some opinions, and I just started writing more.

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