Who Am I?: Poem Composition
By: Sabrina Smith
“Who are you? Or rather, who aren’t you?”
I am not the pressure that engulfs me
nor the peers that breath down my neck,
demanding I fit in,
just not in a too much.
I am not the expectations of society
that force many a teenager
to snap under the pressure
No
I don’t aspire to conform to them
But rather show them me
and take it all head on.
I am just a girl,
hardly able to handle
my own pressures
wishes
expectations
who still molds and conforms
so as not to cause trouble
because having another opinion
is wrong.
Decisions rush through my head,
and I make them monotonously,
robotic,
the human calculator
of everything
as if they are nothing,
a mark on me
from society’s whip of conformity.
Juggling commitments like a clown,
I struggle to bear the weight,
my arms weary,
breaks remaining nonexistent,
No one is there
when I forget to catch
or move too slow,
and I stumble,
before I
fall.
When angered,
frustrated,
losing control,
imagine me as a bull,
charging with sharp-tipped horns,
hurting anything that gets in the way.
But no matter what,
no matter how battered,
I look to my days with optimism,
hoping that
there will be a reason to smile
knowing that
Love will help me grow.