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Who am i?
Eagar, excited
 for the new year
 with my new book-bag and pencils
 notebooks and shoes
 
 But this time
 it’s different, you see
 this is not elementary school
 anymore
 
 more and more teasing
 crueler and crueler
 
 more and more pressure 
 crushing me
 
 more expectations
 lurking in the shadows
 
 more people waiting
 to laugh when I fall
 
 everything changes so quickly
 so fast
 until I wonder
 Who am i?
 
 I want to fit in
  I want to have friends
 I want to acceptance
  I want more than I have
 
 Anything, anything
  to gain what I desire
 If everyone approves it
  I will surrender
 
 Heavy black liner, shadow, and gloss
 a hard, fake mask of makeup
 smeared onto my face?
 I will do it, I will
 
 Tiny tiny skirts and low cut tops?
 I will buy them, and I will wear them
 
 Lie to my parents and yell at my brother?
 Yes, alright. I promise I will
 
 
 Go up to boys
 And let their eyes and hands
 Wander?
 I will let them
 I will, I will
 
 Because I don’t matter
 It’s everyone else that does
 Yet all this doesn’t help- I am still alone
 All by myself
 
 I gave everything up, and still it’s not enough
 I thought I would be happy
 But I was wrong
 
 I am still wondering
 Who am i?
 
 A new day begins
 I want to be free
  to fly up, up high
 Not to stay grounded
  with everyone else
 
 
 I wash my face
 I change my clothes
 I apologize to my family
 And rediscover my dignity
 No more following
  and no more pandering
 
 Who am i?
 Well, I know now
 The truth is,
 
 I am me.

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