I am Someone,
An introvert.
Closing the doors to the elevator.
A loner, but a free thinker,
Choosing alienation for imagination.
I am Someone,
From stone to flesh.
Uncovering my buried emotions.
From happy to sad, and vice versa.
So new, so compelling.
I am Someone,
An optimistic realist.
I seem harsh, sarcastic, and critical,
But I do care.
It's hard to show it sometimes,
But I try, that I do.
I am Someone,
I am a teacher.
I want to become better.
Become better by making others (You guys!) better.
I teach others, and I learn about myself.
I am Someone,
A poet.
Bleeding the truth onto the bland lies of reality.
Freeing myself from the dark chains of formality.
As I break past my inhibitions,
I learn about others, help others, and empathize with others.
I uncover who I really am, and what I want.
I am Someone,
A philosopher,
I spread some ideas of how to see the world,
How to be better,
How to treat others.
I'm just a book
With chapters to be read.
Give it a chance with everyone you meet,
Maybe you'll find a chapter you enjoy.
- My World-The Way I Make It
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