What I Am

am not a rock

taking centuries to change.

I am not a city

with an enemy in place of a friend.

I am not a mouse

quiet and timid.

I am not one in a crowd

singing the songs of others.

I am not straight-forward

with no twists or turns.

I am not a dark hue

hiding my neon core.

I am not a door

to be opened and closed at random.

I am a teen

flamboyant and indecisive.

I am a girl

giggly and exclusive.

I am me

Just that, no more.

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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