I Am That Poem by Frederick Francis

I am that which you
Secretly fear most.
A person who can
Comfortably boast
My openness to
My ability to host
A spirit that will
Continuously toast
To an individual personality
That’s more than a ghost.
That in conversation
I’m not as dull as a post.

So you must wonder,
How could it be?
How does one develop
Into a person like me?
One who looks into the mirror
And will inevitably see
A person who is confident
And socially free.
In a deep dense forest
Is an individual tree.
Take up the social position
From which all other flee.

Personality wise you
They exist in the dark.
Under a spotlight most
Would find them quite stark.
A strait fired arrow
Will fall short of its mark
So I'll rise above
And soar in an ark.
As for the ridicule
This tree has thick bark.
When the forest has fallen
I’ll still shelter the lark.

They are shy and bashful
And always on time.
Or they walk with a strut
Dropping a witty catch line.
Passive attempts at having
The most exuberant shine.
Too bad you can’t actually
Fake having a spine.
I hope over the years
This behavior will decline
And these personalities
and realties intertwine.

From who I am I can’t
Find it in me to digress.
On others acceptance
I won’t stew and obsess.
These social laws
I am destined to transgress.
So I will simply try to do it
With a bit of finesse.
It’s my means to an end
To which I continue to progress
A character and personality
I am proud to possess.



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