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Who Am I

November 7, 2023
By AHSkaydn SILVER, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
AHSkaydn SILVER, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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 Nobody understood the boy, for the boy was a bit different than everyone else. 

Alone, I lost all of these emotions. the boy has felt. 

He felt like a zoo animal different from the animals in the wild, 

for the boy started to forget who he really was.

Nobody really knew who the boy really was. 

He dreaded school; the walls felt like they’re caving in,

scared people would find his true self. 


The boy's own family didn't know him. 

He was too scared to show his rich parents who he was. 

He was craving to know who he was, asking himself who am I?

The boy only knew he was not acting like himself.

The boy every day felt like he was wearing a mask, deciding what one to wear: 

happy, sad, mad, he was just unsure. 


The boy pleaded to let go of the world he knew hated him.

The boy just didn’t understand why.

Why was he unable to find his true self?

He drowned in anxiety for people could never be shown his true self.

As reality set in to the boy, all of this time of him putting on a mask and 

he lost himself.


Until one day the boy found some sort of warmth,

as if he was drinking hot cocoa on a cold winter day.

The warmth glowed so bright as if the sun was right in front of him.

The boy felt 


A girl showed the boy the light at the end of the tunnel. 

This girl liked him for himself not who he was trying to be

For finally the boy could answer the question of who I am.


The author's comments:

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I wrote this poem because it relates to me and how I feel that when I’m at school I’m always so happy but the moment that I leave the school I feel that happiness starts to fade into the wind. Not because anything is wrong at home but because I know I can't act the way I want around my parents or family. It reminds me of when you go to a fancy restaurant and your parents tell you to be on your best behavior you have to act like a very kind mature person. That's just kind of what it feels like when I’m back at my house. My poem also talks about people finding out about their true selves. I think personally I’m anti-social even though I’m friends with everyone at the school and I talk to everyone. I think sometimes that I’m forcing myself to act a certain way in front of others just to not seem weird or something I’m not too sure about.


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