I Am Poem by Diane Catherine Kordas

I am lost, seeking myself.
I am in hiding, unwilling to be hurt.
I am searching, for a reasonable meaning.
I am a river, rushing down my own face.
I am an ocean, in HIS eyes.
I am alone, wanting to be found.
I am a broken heart, waiting for a home.
I am a mistake, which is me!
I am imperfect, which is why I am me.
I am strong, my time of weakness is now.
I am the one, who doesn't belong.
Of course I am going to be the odd one out.
I am a bird, who has no flock.
I am out of tears.
I have lost hope.
But...I am becoming happy at last.
I am making friends, a few will stay.
I am accepting my lost self.
So what if I am lost that is just,
Who I am, I am myself.
I am my own person.
I am unique, and that makes me strong.
I am a lost ballerina missing her stage.
I am a piece of art with no wall to hang on,
Or no frame to be in.
I am never going to be perfect.
I am not made to be perfect.
I am my own kind of perfect.