I ain't the boy in the nice clothes, hair done, and family on "fleek"

I ain't the boy with the same dead eyes, same clothes, or same attitude everyday 

I ain't the boy about to scream for help, scream for attention, or just to scream 

I ain't the boy with a bright smile, money, or life in order

I ain't the boy in a single home, with a single mind, about to jump with the crowd. 

But I am a boy. 

I am the boy cold, crying, and no longer coddled

I am the boy afraid 

I don't think I'm a man, but instead a person. 

A person without fear of flying, even if crying, afraid, or ashamed. 

I am a person, a human, a mortal, and one hell of a tornado.