I Am Me

• Amy Haupt, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2012

I'm alone and the dark room surrounds me with the door closed shut, I hide beneath the covers although no-one and nothing is here to get me. I see a little light coming from behind my curtain from the real world outside my window, the world that hurt me on the inside, but still I sometimes search out for the beauties are too amazing to give up, a simple flower growing from a stem or the birds flying north across the blue sky.I come back to the fact that I'm still un-discovered from outside my door, all is quiet and all I hear is a tap dripping now and again, occasional snore from across the hall. It's night already, I want to see the stars and the bright moon would be so lovely to gaze at, No matter what time or how cold it gets I want to stand out where only the fresh air can stimulate my vitals back into action. All I know right now is I'm lost!

Thinking to myself has always come easily and sometimes I think too much inside to myself, not always as outspoken or come across as intelligent to anyone until they see the finer detail of me and all that I can be. I was seen as slow or simple when really I am someone who is just confined in my own silly head that couldn't say exactly what I thought up till now.

I now say it how I see it or am sarcastic when I can't be nice about it, I will say my mind and if I need space to evaluate the situation I won't say one word, because if I can't be truthful to myself, whats the use in being truthful to anyone.