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!