I Am What I Am
I can't be weak because life is a little bit bleak, I don't break when someone says I'm fake.
I am what I am.
I'm not ashamed to say I'm not the same and I won't run scared because I lost someone who cared.
I am what I am.
I shouldn't and wouldn't pretend to be something I'm not because if you hate me for what I'm not and like me only for what I have got then you can continue to rot.
I am what I am
But what am I? Who am I?
Am I am fighter? Or am I a writer?
Am I a know it all? Or am I a poet standing tall?
Who knows? What knows?
I don't know...
I know a label I am not, but am I a who or a what?
Who knows? What knows?
I don't know...
I am what I am
Copyright © April-Joanne Sharpe | Year Posted 2016
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