I Am...

This poem describes me the best way i know how.

I am…

I sat in an ant bed because it looked comfy
I bit down on a jaw breaker thinking it was a gumball
I am stupidity

I explored every inch of my wooded back yard
I played cowboys and Indians with my brothers in the creek
I am adventure

I was in play after play; playing role after role
I always play ref in my friends’ petty feuds
I am drama

I used to sneak into the cake at my friend’s birthday party
I used to steal into the cookies before dinner all the time
I am funny

I am all of those things: for better or worse
But I know you’ll agree beyond a shadow of a doubt:
I am myself