My Poems

Who Am I?

Every day of my life I've questioned one thing.
Who am I, just another human being?
I'm nobody special, it's plain to see.
There's no unique words I'd use to describe me.
Heavy metal, horror movies, both normal.
My dress is anything other than formal.
Just another freak from the streets, nothing more.
A Marine in the making, but he's such a bore.
Who am I? A question that I'm not sure I can answer.
Figuring it out is like a legless man trying to be a dancer.