I am but what I am,

a young woman 

with an open mind,

a caring spirit,

and a beaten heart. 

I am but what I am,

eyes brightly lit,

hard to find,

and falling apart.

I am but what I am,

not much to know,

not easy on the eyes,

and almost never worth it.

I am but what I am,

feeling so alone,

difficult to despise,

used for one’s benefit.

I am but who I am

and that’s all I can be.

You don’t know me from me,

but from what you hear of me.

So I no longer make myself, you see,

because now they’ve created me,

and defined how people see me.

It’s almost not me at all…

Let me be me

and let me be true,

because I’m not what you say or do!

I’m not you…

I am but who I am

and I’m not always right.

I cannot rhyme with every line.

But I know who I am,

and judge me as you may,

but I won’t be a player

in this manipulative game.

I am who I am

and not who you build me to be,

nor the lies you conceive.

And it doesn’t matter what you believe

because I am me

and I see.