A Poem About Me

A Poem About Me

A poem has a point, like all others do

This poem is about me and what I can do.

I sing, dance, and play five different instruments

But how does that pass my day but only in increments.

My day is filled with hate from others,

From people, in school who are my so-called brothers.


Many do not know a lot about me,

Like how I was adopted from another country.

Poland is my patria; my homeland.

But where in the United States am I supposed to be

Safe and sound like I see others be.

I see myself constantly judged by others who are not as perfect as He.


Not gay or bi, but straight, yes.

Are all your questions answered, can we stop this mess?

I am the way I am, as perfect as I can be.

I see everyone else go out and have fun,

and I stay home thinking, wondering where my life will lead.


I like Nicki, Rihanna, and many others because they speak directly to me,

As if saying, “We wrote this song for you.”

I listen and think how can I get them to notice me and what I do,

My life is complicated and didn’t have great beginnings.

Just imagine yourselves having been given up at hours old.

Just the thought of that makes my heart go cold.


I never talk about anyone, yet about me people still talk,

About how I write, so nice and neat, or how I talk.

When you become perfect, let me know,

And I will change everything that you know.

I have adjusted and created a false person,

Someone who is not me.


I am Matthew Edward Drozd.

I am perfect, a king, twitter popular, and the list can go on.

I talk the way I talk because of my genes.

I like fashion because one should look go in jeans.

I have done wrong but I have mended my ways.

I’ve done more than you can say.


I have a promise,

For all those like me;

Not accepted by society because you are not the person

They want you to be.

I’m not saying im different, but I’m ME.

Loving, kind, funny; who I want to be.


I don’t need you approval,

Your thoughts mean nothing, because I have my friends

No guys though, you say.

You’re correct in your thinking ways.

Guys have been mean, especially in school.

Although some may not know,


I get letters saying how people hate me but my emotions never show.

I never get asked “Hey, how are you?”

Even though I want to.

My “brothers” never cared, so why should I.

But hear me out, because this time I won’t be shy:


I'm perfect for who I am and that won’t change,

So take a page out of my book;

Wear my shoes for a day and see

How ‘easy’ my life really is, it’s not a cup of tea.

I want this stuff to stop.

I'm done with it now, no more caring, just sharing.


I never share but it is about time I do.

While everyone else worries about their shows and lives,

Take a second and talk to those who you don’t like.

You never know when you will need them.

So to anyone who needs or wants someone to talk to.

I may not know what you are going through

But I guarantee I will help you.


I always wanted someone like this,

Someone who would be there to talk and not dis,

Maybe then you would realize who I really am.

Take this challenge and go and be nice to someone who you never are;

Say hi, take the first step to making our world a better place,

Maybe then will I be more me,

And not who YOU want me to be.


This poem is about me,

Not how I should be.

I am who I am and that will never change,

No matter how many ways you try.

I see you in school and you ALWAYS say something mean,

A fag, loser, freak.

It hurts, it really does; but that wont stop me.


I have less than a year,

Then im off and out,

Hopefully away from you forever.

But I thank you for making me stronger,

Because without your constant bashings,

I could not do what I do.


Thank you,






Author's Notes/Comments: 

This a poem that should explain me, and how i intend to be. I do not care what others say or think. I am who i am, and i intend to stay as perfect as i can be.


Thanks ,



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nightlight1220's picture

Ditto to Melissa. Or as I

Ditto to Melissa. Or as I might say, God dam*!! you go boy! Tell it like it is and stand by your words!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


palewingedpoetess's picture

Bravo Mathew.............

To thy own self be true............. everything else is just blah blah and as my mother always use to say to me when I was in school if they start making fun just say sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me. oh and turn the other cheek. From this poem of yours that I read you know who you are and can manage like the rest of us had to do to muck it through the public school system. It does get better. Blessedly, the rest of life is not like public school and college. As we grow up so do our tormenters too. Some even come back into our lives and actually apologize and wish to be our friends and make amends. It is rare but it does happen. I was delighted to read your poem. I loved that you are a bit long winded like myself but you got around to fully making your case and that is what is most important. Hats off to you Mathew.........Be ever so proud of who you are no matter what cause there is nobody else like you in this whole entire world nor through out the ages you are unique unto yourself. If anyone can't see your collection of uniqueness and gifts then they are just too blind to be bothered with. Move on with your life leaving that sort behind you in your dust. Thanks so much for sharing your deepest most inner thoughts and feelings. They really touched me. Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.