I Am Me Poem by Elizabeth Forrest

Sitting in the darkness
staring at a candle flame
wondering
thinking
dreaming
knowing that in a few hours
it will no longer matter

There's a thought dancing
at the very edges of my memory
a thought that will not
completely reveal itself
floating
drifting
gliding
keeping away from the light
that will reveal it for what it is

Defiant of the very truths I have
always known and believing for
once that I am the one that is right
turning
spinning
losing
stepping away from the people
that try to lead me down their paths

The do not understand why I falter
in their steps, they cannot know that
I am me and I will no be another
because what they believe is more acceptable

I am slow to explain
but fast to let them down
I do not want to cause pain but
I think
I feel
I fear
I know it is unavoidable

There is no other thing to do
if I want to be myself. They will
cry
yell
fear
hate what I am without any knowledge
of what it is