Just Me

Just Me short poem

I am not perfect,
But please let me be,
I ain’t fake or deceptive,
I am just me

I may not fit in the frame work,
As a girl should be,
But am honest and determined,
I am just me.

I wear my heart on my sleeve,
am often impulsive and loud,
But a hypocrite I cannot be,
I am just me.

I have a fiery temper,
and accept criticism with grace,
But spiteful I cannot be,
I am just me.

I smile and I frown,
in worries of others I often drown,
An emotional fool I may be,
I am just me

I make no bones to apologize,
humbly bow to my mistakes,
Egoistic I cannot be,
I am just me.

I am passionate, ambitious, a free spirited soul,
unflappable and at peace,
willing to bend, but not break,
So, let me be. Just me.

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@Nazima_Kachwalla we reaffirm that you are one of our most talented writers, not just because of the power of words that you use so deftly but also because you have the courage to write with so much honesty..one wishes one could meet the person you describe and know the “Just Me”


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