Me
I, myself
I don't know
If you're able to tell
But I,
I'm just barely a
Teenager
13 less than 5 months ago
I'm in what you'd call
The "Gifted" Program
Just to tell me
I'm smart,
Which seems like a load of
Crap to me
We're all smart
Next year, I'll be
Taking advanced courses at the
high school
9th grade work for a 7th/8th grader
Fun times
But...
Math,
Science,
History,
Art,
They're all okay
But writing,
Writing is what I love
I think my
Innocence helps
But sometimes I feel
Like I'm 13,
Going on 73.
I know they say the world
Isn't black and white
There are grays
But I see the world in color
I have my opinions
I try to voice them
While seeing the other side
I get along with most
Hardly anyone who dislikes me
That I know of
And if you hate me,
Well, that's okay.
I don't hate you,
I just know,
That sometimes everyone can't love me.
But my writing,
I like to think I write with
A new view
An open view
With innocence
But wisdom
As well
And that's just how I think of
Myself.