No one knows who I am
No one’s even guessing
I almost know who I want to be
Then again no one wants me to be her
They all have their own ideas and plans
Of who I am and who I am to become
But they are all wrong I am none of those girls
I am a little bit of each
I am seriously hyper
I am quietly outspoken
I am impressively strong and gentle
I am rash and thoughtful
I am happily distressed
I have improperly perfect decorum
I am perfectly wrong
I am strangely normal
I am simply complicated
I am ordinarily unique.
I may not be what you think I should
But I am who I am
And I can’t,
No won’t
Change that.