I Am Poem by Crystal Johnson

I am unwanted.
No matter where I go, I always screw things up.
I am alone.
I could be in a room full of a thousand people and still be all by myself.
I am a burden.
Nothing I do is ever good enough.
I am a mistake.
I guess I should never have been brought into this world.
I am a joke.
Nobody ever takes me seriously.
I am a broken heart.
What’s the use of something that it shattered into a million tiny pieces?
I am forgotten.
It’s not that people leave me out, they just don’t remember me.
I am a daughter.
Not that it really makes a difference, I’m no good anyways.
I am an embarrassment.
Always bringing shame upon those near me.
I am a nightmare.
A situation people would love to wake up from.
I am a disappointment.
No one will ever approve of me.
I am a child.
Forced to mature at such a young age.
I am misunderstood.
How can someone understand you, when you don’t even understand yourself?
I am a scar.
A reminder of a bad past, that never goes away.
I am an apology.
Even when I’ve done no wrong, I am the sorry one.
I am a scream.
A cry for help that will forever go unheard.
I am a tear.
A tear that keeps falling but goes unnoticed.
I am a disgrace.
An example of complete humiliation.
I am used.
They get what they want, and then throw me away.
I am a fallen spirit.
Never to rise back up.
I am a cutter.
Same old story, same miserable teen.
I am lost.
So vanished I’m at the point of no return.
I am scared.
Frightened of what’s to happen with me next.
I am misplaced.
It’s not like I will ever fit in with these people.
I am a tragedy.
A cycle of misfortunes.
I am denied.
Why would they claim a disaster like me?
I am guilt.
Set aside deep into your conscience, always with you but wanted gone.
I am a failure.
Never will I succeed.
I am a smile.
So perfectly created, yet not even real.
I am a regret.
A haunting memory of what should have never happened.
I am broken.
Almost impossible to put back together.
I am a masterpiece.
Flawlessly constructed on the outside, with a past of hidden pain on the inside.
I am helpless.
Nothing can save me now.
I am me…
I am that girl that everyone is ashamed of.
I am that girl that can never do anything right with her life.
I am that kid that everyone loves to hate.
I am that kid that cries herself to sleep at night, wishing she were someone else.
I am that girl lying on the ground, the bathroom floor as her comfort zone.
I am invisible.
People say they can see right through me, but really they can’t see me at all.
I am everything that could ever go wrong.
I am everything that you are glad you aren’t.
I am everything that you don’t want me to be.
Love me, despise me.
Accept me, refuse me.
Stay with me, abandon me.
I can't be anything except for the person I've become.
I can’t change and I won’t change.
Perfection will never be apart of me.
In fact, its all my imperfections that make up the person you see standing before you.
Changing isn’t an option,
I have no choice except to be what I've always been.
I know you prefer something more,
So, perhaps I could change.
But it’s not like you’d even notice if I did.