I am.

I am strong, I am ambitious

Like the storms, I can be vicious.

I am weak, for I must bow my head

So the God above can catch tears my eyes shed.

I am tall like a skyscraper

For that there is no cure.

Yet I am small

Because the world surrounds me in a giant ball.

But most of all, I am me

And there's no one else I'd rather be.

This poem is about: 
Me

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