My Poems and Other Things

This Is Me

I wish I could see

If you wanted me

To be the geek me or the popular me

You put me in a big black box

And bury it under chains and locks

But the me that's inside, that's not the real me

I am standing to the side, helpless, but free

Wishing I could hide, wishing I was me

Because the girl on the side, she is also not me

All these me's seem to be extremely

Difficult to keep track of

But I can handle all the mes

What I can't handle are the not mes

The mean, green, dreaming teens

That make fun of the me's

And ridicule the meek teens that aren't me

Are you the mean, green, dreaming, machine?

Am I?

All these me's.

The geek me, the meek me

The strong me, the weak me

They are all me

Yet I am not them.

This is me.

Who are you?