I am not outgoing.
I do not smile when the
days are sunny.
I am not the jock;
I am not the nerd.
I am not a social butterfly,
but I am not antisocial.
I am not perfect.
They say no one is perfect,
but I am certainly
less perfect than most.
I prefer to walk in the rain.
I write notes to people
to whom I will never speak.
I write words to them
I would never say.
I write songs for people
I will never know.
I have dreams
that wake me
in the middle of the night.
I prefer pens to pencils;
I have a plethora
of different colors.
I write poetry…
all kinds of crazy poetry.
These words are my way
of expressing my feelings.
Without them,
I am hopeless.
I aspire to make
something out of these words
to match the greatest in the world.
But even if it doesn’t compare,
it’s art
because I said so.

(Many thanks to Elsha, who helped me with the difficult task of describing myself!)