Poem.

Being Me

Don’t judge me,
Because I am me,
What is wrong with being different,
When everyone is different.

Talk as much as you want,
Because I am always ahead of you.
Being imperfect is me,
When nobody is perfect.

Just like the sun,
I just want to shine,
Maybe just a little while,
But it may be worthwhile.

Just like the bird,
Flying high without directions,
Just want to dream,
And spread my wings.

My poem I wrote for my english class.

Alicia