I Am
Who am I? Who are you?
Where to start I haven’t a clue.
I am the girl who wears the black and yellow, although my personality is really quite mellow.
I am the girl who “rocks” a cape and cowl, but when it comes to popularity I’m not the one to seek fame and howl.
Where am I from you ask? I shall indeed tell you.
I am from a place where every girl is wanting to be claimed.
But when she has it, she loses it and is then renamed.
I am from a place where some friends aren’t so true, “Isn’t that sad?”
It makes my heart turn cold too.
I am from place where what you wear determines who you are.Tight clothing on girls means they want attention, Tight clothing on boys means that they’re gay.Stupidity in its own idiotic way.Where I am from everything is never the same.
But eight years have now past and I am now free
I thought the pain would always keep me from being me.
Stronger than I seem I got through the pain though
Although for two years I thought I would go insane too
You took my heart pulled at its strings as if I were a puppet
Corrupted and evil so I would keep those who really cared from touching it.
I did not turn into who you wanted me to be
I am glad I did not and I can now live happily
No longer in control of who you wanted me to be
I can live without you weighing on my shoulders judging me
I am the girl who wears boyish things and who will instantly play any kind of video game.
I am the girl who wishes everyone saw everything and anything as equal and the same.
I am the one in a million just like you, that means everyone is unique including you.
Who am I? Who are you
I am the unmasked vigilante who isn’t afraid to tell you.