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Flashing lights all around,

I can barely touch the ground.



The cameras all pointed at me,

I can hardly see.



Stepping out of the sleek black car,

I don’t know who they are.



But there all pointed at me,

Snapping up all these pictures of me.



Why the sudden attention?

Did that work bring me ascension?



Spilled my soul for the world to see,

No one believed it was me.



Lashing out at oppression,

Pointing out their suppression.



Make them see,

We will not become conformity.



“I am me,”

I declared boldly.



I’m not going to give in,

I will not become the typical face you desire,

For my dreams are higher.



I will not be turned off by critics,

I won’t bow down to the cynics.



“I am me,”

I proudly declared,

I dare you all to try it for yourselves.



I’m sick of being told how to act,

I’m tired of the snickers from the back,

Tired of trying to be someone I’m not,

Tired of spending all these good years,

Wasting them away to try to fit in.



I am me.

Three simple words,

They opened up worlds.



The walls came crashing down,

I know now, who I am.



I know I can do what I want,

Love who I will,

Wear what I want,

Say what I think,

And think whatever I will.



There are no more limits,

No more closed doors,

No longer will I be timid,

No, I will be what I longed for most.



Come into my own.

Be who I am.

I will live for the here,

Live for the past,

And live for the future.



No longer will I be searching.

No!

I know where I came from,

I know where I am,

And I look forward to go where it takes me.



“I am me,” I said.

A me I no longer dread.



I’m coming into my own,

Can look into the mirror,

See my reflection,

And no longer question.



I’m not ashamed with what I see,

Slowly getting better,

Slowly becoming the dream I always had.



No longer is it locked away,

It is finally here today.



I can look myself in the eye,

And say, “There will be no more lies,

There will be no more cries,

Here I am looking to my eyes,

And I can finally say,

This is me,

I am me,

No longer all those lies.”



Me.

So many things rolled into one.

The output of suburbanized, homogenized, americanized life.

Pure stock of USDA grade A beef.

Yet I’m no longer victim to the wrapper.



Refuse to be told to be the actor,

Refuse to conform to your desires.

“I am me,”

Let me say it proudly,

“I am me.”



I’ll still be that shy kid you all know,

But I’m not shy because I’m ashamed,

I’m shy because that’s who I am.



I’ll still be the gay kid you all know.

But I refuse to act as I’m told.

I’m going to be who I am,

And if I don’t fit into your expectations,

Maybe its time to forget your assumptions.



I am me.

I am a kid.

I am a man

I am a friend

I am not ashamed

I am no longer afraid

I am gay

I am not stereotypical

I am not atypical

I am me

And I’m alive.



“I am me,”

And I can finally see the reflection,

Look at my face,

Smile and realize,

I’m on my way,

To being who I am.



And finally,

I’m what I always wanted to be:

I am me.