Who Am I? Poem by Ember Vale Everheart

I sat quietly, they had a lot to say,
Boring, I was called, for not playing their way.
Agreeing with each other, in their own lie,
This isn't me, so who am I?

I tried to reconnect, to have some fun,
Insincere, they said, and I had to be done.
The whispers, the cries, the voices that bring me down,
Who are they to judge, and who am I in this town?

They broke the rules, they were thrilled and free,
But when I stood by, I was left out, you see.
Are their smiles genuine, or a mask they wear?
I'm not like them, so who am I, really there?

Whoever I am, I won't follow the crowd,
Embracing my flaws, I'm proudly loud.
I'm discovering myself, my own unique way,
Not a cup of tea, but a soul that's here to stay.

No matter the pain they may try to share,
I stood strong, but it's time to show I care.
For myself, for my heart, for my peaceful place,
I'll find my moments whole, and let my spirit embrace.

To introspect, to heal, to find my own breeze,
I'll make my own path, and let my heart seize.
No longer held back, I'll rise above the pain,
And find my true self, where love and joy remain.