I Am By Daisey Lin I am insensitive, I am stupid, I am childish I am too lenient, I am too strict I am frustratingly passive and shamelessly aggressive I am unfocused

and distracting But I am also too prudent and straight I wouldnt say I am a non-conformist But I cant conform if you ask me to pick up the box nd then you yell at me for picking up the box I am desperate because I try to please I am hopeless because I fail to please nd I am simply not good enough if you can pick out my flaws Like the tangles in my hair But the melting pot isnt as simple as everyone makes it out to be Its full of unfusible colours with eyes like hawks !eady to identify you as an alien I am a substance that wills to be accepted by all of those colours But its simply not possibly by any sort of law of nature Because one cant be distinctly black and white at the same time I am a chameleon I conform to the colours But the colours can see me with their hawk-eyes nd someone who is many different things is "ust someone different nd colours #ant handle Different $o divert your "udging hawk-eyes away from me I want to be like you but I am contradicting Because you want me to be timid but you want me to be audacious nd whatever I am, I am still wrong I am sixty-two percent right nd the other thirty-eight percent of you tells me I am wrong Because maybe youre sixty-two percent red nd thirty-eight percent blue, green, yellow, purple, orange nd the many shades in between I am not appealing to everyone I cant pick up the box and not pick up the box I am only black or white or a colour in between But as it appears, according to you If I am not everything %hen I m not nything