I am...

I don't know who I am

I just failed my test so I guess I'm slow. 

I am who people want me to be. 

I am the one who put smiles on others face's because I can't seem to put a smile on mine.

I am a boat of hope waiting for a tidal wave of failure to wash me out,

who builds up a wall and with one small flick will come crumbling down.

I am the one that cries then vacuums it up the minute someone asks " Are you okay?"

I am okay.

That's what I tell myself so I don't stress anyone around me, 

but it's getting hard.

So yeah,

I'm black, nappy headed, tall.

I'm chubby, weird, slow.

I am who I am

and I'm okay with that. 

I mean I have to be.