All my life I’ve hidden behind books,

But who am I without them?

Am I athletic? Funny? Do I have looks?

I’m searching for myself in all my brain’s nooks

I have accomplished a lot in my lifetime:

Top 10%, half of my associate’s, all of this in high school.

I’ve never had many admirer’s who’d write me a rhyme.

Nerd has always stuck with me like slime.

So who am I behind my books?

Intelligent.

Passionate.

Driven.

Me. That’s who.

I want to save lives not my looks.

So really the question is, who the hell are you?