Who I Am Poem by Allison McDowell

Wonderful, Beautiful
those are all the words they describe me
but what if I don't do it right
but what if I don't make it
will I still be that same little girl
that they told me I was?
Or will I just be another one of them?

The things that make me who I am
they're just another story
and I can't finish reading cause the page is torn
they say I'm bright
they say I'm blessed
but every time I try so hard it just turns out a mess
when the room is dark
and the light's away
I tell myself it will change someday

I think my potential's hiding
and it makes it hard for me to see
the beautiful, intelligent girl
that hides inside of me
why don't I just do my best
and let everyone see?
but I bet they will point out
the girl I'm trying to be

the things that make me who I am
they're just another story
and I can't finish reading cause the page is torn
they say I'm bright
they say I'm blessed
but everytime I try so hard
It just turns out a mess
when the room is dark
and the light's away
I tell myself it will change someday

Everytime I walk outside
it feel's like It's raining
or maybe it's just the teardrops
running down my cheeks
they're coming down
harder and harder
finally, someone seeks...