Heresy of the Unprepossesing

Poem 5- Me

I cry, but not from sadness.
I have scars, but they are not visible.
I have hate, but I show it as love.
I have pain, but I walk it off.
I am tired, but not sleepy.
I am bored, but I have things to do.
I am in love, but I make no move to prove it.
I am colorful, but I'm also in black and white.
I are careful, but reckless.
I have been in the light, but hide in the darkness.
I stay away, but I want to be close.
I write, but I don't use words.
I stand tall, but I've been pushed to the ground.
I am proud, but not happy.
I have flaws, but I cherish them.
I am an open book, but I have tore out pages.
I am nimble, but I don't move.
I scream, but I am not heard.
I am not a game, but I let you play me.
I take steps forward, but I step back.
I am tall, but I feel short.
I am not fake, but I don't show the actual me.
I am real.
I am me.