However I may be.
Carved by this world,
Not always understood.
I am as you know.
Of a race, ethnicity or a sexuality.
A narcissist, a random stranger, or unappealing you see.
Popular and attractive or just plain carefree.
I think what I feel.
Not what they ask me to.
With their tricks and the perks they offer.
To try and mold me into one of them.
I can be me, no one else.
Not by any conscious decision.
I am just my mind's honest creation .
Being me is just a feeling
That no one but I understand.
May not be as easy to say.
And not delivering the answer straightaway.
Which gets me back to, "I am me. Happily me!"