Who Am I?

Who am I?
You think you know me
Just by that infamous name
Rumors have fed
That treacherous flame

Who am I?
You never cared to ask
Don’t even know my face
It’s been buried away
You were forced to ask someone in class

Who am I?
I’m complicated
Lonely
Funny, Trust me I’ll make you laugh
Annoying,
H.e.l.l y.e.a.h
But that doesn’t scratch the surface
You don’t see my past

Who am I?
I’m sixteen and a half
I’m quiet, unless you make me laugh
With my friends
You all roll your eyes
Because obnoxious and loud
Is how we pass the time

Who am I?
I’m insecure
I lost a bit of weight a few years back
And kept the heavy girl inside
She lies, and lies, and lies
When I tell myself I’m beautiful
Because when beautiful girls look in a mirror
Beautiful girls don’t cry

Who am I?
I’m smart
Not cocky, I love knowledge
And books, sweet knowledge at my fingertips
History, English, and German
I could tutor with ease
But my father yells at me
Calls me a stupid girl,
And that I dress
Like some sleaze

Who am I?
I’m a writer
Author
A weaver of words
My novel is in the works
My heart is too
I’d give my life to my work
Because it saved mine
Did you know?
No, probably not
They never said behind cupped hands
That I grabbed a noose, and tied the knot

Who am I?
Depressed
I hide behind a smile
Pretend the fight at home
Was nothing
But
It was bad
He was yelling
And I was mad
I am brilliant,
Not the best
I’ll finish my book
Pass every test
And leave

Who am I?
So, lonely
I’m dating a girl
Am I gay?
No…
Bi
No.
“What are you?”
I am me
I am Kate
I can’t describe how I feel
But just being me feels so
Great
It’s wonderful I tell you
Not to care what you say
Who cares if petty girls whisper?
Who cares what they say

Who Am I?
I am Kate
You’ll learn my name
From the rumors you hear
But not what I’ve done
Or what I’ve dealt with
And the rumors are nasty
Trash
They speak nothing of my past
And most important of all
They don’t utter a word
Of a distance place you can’t see
Of how great my future will be





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Bambi67 said...
Aug. 17, 2011 at 3:35 pm
this is great love it... check out my work,and leave your feedbacks, please =) thank you
 
dark_armor1This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 17, 2011 at 9:42 am
not exacally my style and i did get kinda lost through out the poem because it goes in so many directions but with that being said. it is a powerful piece and had me interested. so good job :)
 
Vidra This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 10:39 pm
I am adding this to my favorites, just to let you know. It almost brought me to tears it was so powerful. It's so great that you are sure of yourself like that. And even if you think you aren't, you sure give off the image that you're proud of being you. I can see your emotions in the poem and it's amazing. I absolutely love how you don't give yourself a label. Wonderful poem. :)
 
merelyacitizen This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 10:31 pm
Good usage of rhyme versus spoken word, it kept me reading. And being different is more than acceptable! i strive for it!
 
WithPenAndScript replied...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 10:34 pm
Hahah thanks, I kinda love being different :)
 
Blue4 said...
Aug. 13, 2011 at 12:23 pm

Your poem is beautiful. I'm so sorry about the rumors, it's a terrible thing when people get judged for differing slightly from the norm accepted by society, and not for what is inside.

can you please look at some of my work and tell me what you think? (esp. the poems "The Violinist" and "For What Have All These People Died", any faults you point out will be welcomed)

 
WithPenAndScript replied...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 9:49 pm

Thanks so much for reading and commenting...Some people will never learn that being different is okay. 

Absolutely!

 
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