Poems_

Identity

People ask why am I quiet
I\'m quiet because I don\'t allow power to consume me
I\'m quiet because I don\'t need to raise my voice to prove a point
I\'m quiet, silence expands in my body
I\'m quiet, as quiet as the moon which spreads light in the darkest times silently
I\'m just quiet

People ask why am I tired
I\'m tired of all the conflict, all the war
I\'m tired of how conflict just decides to allow itself to spread
I\'m tired of the cries of agony the earth makes every time a bomb hits the floor
I\'m tired, why can\'t it stop?
I\'m just tired

People ask why am I different
I\'m different because I don\'t like to go with the crowd
I\'m different because I do what I want not what others want
I\'m different, no one else is just like me
I\'m different but in a good way, I don\'t care what others think
I\'m just different

The answer to all these questions are
\"Because i am\"
I\'m quiet, so what?
I\'m tired, so what?
I\'m different, so what?
I\'m me, so what?