Ceanna F.

Stuck

I am indefinable.
I go through life creating myself.
I am not defined by my friends,
Or materialistic needs.

I do not own Uggs.
I do not own Seven jeans.
I understand the meaning of work,
And I strive to be me.

Nothing was handed to me.
It has been four long years,
Living where no one knows the word poor,
And I strive to be me.

I am stuck in a bubble,
Full of imitators,
Conformers and definables.
And I strive to be me!

I am one
Of an audacious few,
Living life by my own rules,
And I strive to be me!

I am confident to the point of cockiness,
I won’t be classified.
It is my strive,
That defines me!






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