I Am Me

I Am Me
By: Tyler Ross

I bloom in May, but leave by fall
I freeze at night, but warm up eventually after all
I grow old and learn many lessons
I tell stories, which hold many sessions
I climb trees for my escape
I hold my breath when I duck my head under a lake
I’m shy to the world, can’t you see?
I run from the many gifts, which are free
I’m inspired, but hardly impressed
I sleep hours away getting too much rest
I travel the globe and barely take pictures
I get watery eyes because I miss her
I’m an overachiever and a dating disaster
I am too nice and a romantic bastard
I overly smile and follow my heart
I confuse people with my art
I dream large and settle for less
I tend to stow my stress
I’m calm like the act of meditation
I stay steadfast by demonstration
I cram my brain like an overfilled suitcase
I cheat myself from my potential weight
I avoid confrontation with subject change
I play it smart, but repeatedly lose, which is strange
I feel left out some of the time
I never lead myself to cross the line
I’m the poster boy gentleman
I won’t allow my patience to wear thin
I’ve accepted last, but never least
I am driven to communicate my peace
I hang in the balance like a pendulum still
I play my goals like a kite, chasing it up the hill
I dig my shovel the deepest being all that I can be
I am the last endangered fish swimming in the sea
I beat myself up over the title of perfection
I’m the man in the mirror with no reflection
I am me.