I am who I am
I wonder what my peers are thinking
I hear the faint voices of my creations speak to me, urging me to write
I see my little world whine around me and coming to life
I want to be a hero
I am a writer

I am who I am
I pretend that I don’t hear the cruel rumors about me
I feel my soul slowly running cold
I touch the hearts of people I meet, young and old
I worry about the same bit of things
I cry when I or the ones I love are hurt
I am sensitive

I am who I am
I understand that I won’t always get what I want
I say that I’m fine when I actually aren’t
I dream of the things that will never come true
But I try to make them real anyway
I hope that I can succeed
I am sick

I am me
Who else would I be?
This is me
Whether you like it or not
I am a writer
I am sensitive
And very sick
But do you dare stop me from being who I am?
I am being who I want to be
Not who others want to see
I am who I am
Fear me