Me

I, myself

I don't know

If you're able to tell

But I,

I'm just barely a

Teenager

13 less than 5 months ago

I'm in what you'd call

The "Gifted" Program

Just to tell me

I'm smart,

Which seems like a load of

Crap to me

We're all smart

Next year, I'll be

Taking advanced courses at the

high school

9th grade work for a 7th/8th grader

Fun times

But...

Math,

Science,

History,

Art,

They're all okay

But writing,

Writing is what I love

I think my

Innocence helps

But sometimes I feel

Like I'm 13,

Going on 73.

I know they say the world

Isn't black and white

There are grays

But I see the world in color

I have my opinions

I try to voice them

While seeing the other side

I get along with most

Hardly anyone who dislikes me

That I know of

And if you hate me,

Well, that's okay.

I don't hate you,

I just know,

That sometimes everyone can't love me.

But my writing,

I like to think I write with

A new view

An open view

With innocence

But wisdom

As well

And that's just how I think of

Myself.