I Am Somebody

Walking by the high school lockers, Is like walking by some unleashed doors, You don't know what is hidden in this persistent floor. Some footsteps of a scientist or a future star, Are someone next to you in their minds so far... Some are modest and shy and some are mean spirited, There are some determined and shrwed all tied into a single gift. As you open your locker you choose your way, Like soldiers who never betray. You may become honest or quite prudent, As their is an angel in your soul hiding her eloquence. There you may face dynamism or foolhardy, But don't lose your charm because you are the SPECIAL SOMEBODY.... (This poem is dedicated to all my fellow poets who have chosen their way to achieve their hidden desires...n don't frgt that evry1 is unique and is so special)