I wrote a poem at school

I am.

Not one

Two, or three words

Can describe me.

I am so many things

To so many people

But I wonder,

Who am I to myself?

To my mom I am her

Creative,

Crass,

Radical, daughter who wears her skirts above her knees to school.

To my sister

I'm just her annoying little sister

To my friends

I'm their fast, humorous friend who lights up any room I walk into

My boyfriend sees me as

Supportive

Loving

Kind

And loyal of course.

But what do I see in myself?

It changes like the seasons in New England

But one thing stays consistent,

I am me

And being me is indescribable

After all,

There is only one me.