My Teacher gave out a writing assignment where we had to make a Self-Portrait poem of ourself. This is mine. Whenever I read it over again, I see new people in each line. Hop eya like reading this as much as I did writing it.

Who Am I?

Who writes here On this White ,White sheet?

A contridiction of a girl is who.

This girl - she is Me

and I am two separate pieces

Of a puzzle .

I am lonely yet not

And happy - but also sad.

I wander in my own world

But others are free

To travel through

But never to stay in it

Fully .

I flit around and

Giggle like a

Social Butterfly

But inside

The silent Being

Squeezes It's hold

Over Me

I am quiet and shy

Yet Bold and Free

And I can never

Seem to figure

Which is the

REAL ME!