Being Me Poem by royston serrao

This is my identity
one of my quality
never question its presence
it would never make sense

Being me,
Being me,
Dont you try to change me,
or else i would flee.

Voices i raise
when you are wrong
though you love your praise
but thats the way ive been along

I stand up for me
as the time has come
who cares whose next to me
all have grown numb

You'll never realize what i am,
Coz this is my identity
I listen to the inner me
one of my quality.