I Can Only Be Me Poem by megan dickson

who am i
and what is my purpose
if i died
would anybody even miss my presence
am i as wierd as they say
should i even bother to care
all these are thoughts that plague my mind
and the answers im trying to find

i dont know who i was trying to fool
thinking somebody could love me
understand why i do the things i do
or even try to figure out my personality
i know im not normal
but im not a freak
i might look like i take everything casual
but im just good at putting off nonchalance

it seems im hated
because of what somebody else did
i dont know what i did to be so highly detested
but being me is something i'll neverf regret
because to some people i might be nobody
but im one nobody thats happy to be me