I am
not a boy
with blonde hair
My identity lies
somewhere beneath my pile of books
To the right of my favourite shirt
and slightly below
The sapphire of my eye
You think you know me
when I don't even know myself
Can???t you hear the insecurity in my voice
through the breath of my assured answers?
I am not who you want me to be
I am not the mask that you see
I am
Me
