Not long ago I was looking through some old school annuals and was surprised to find two poem's which I and one of my best friend's at that time had written. I had completely forgotten about them.
Upon starting a school year when we were 12, our new teacher had asked the whole class to each write a poem about ourselves. It was an excellent way for her to gain some insight and knowledge about her new students I guess.
My friend's -
I'm small,
But I try to think big.
I laugh,
But really I'm hurt.
I'm blond,
But have a dark side.
I joke,
But I'm quite serious.
I'm not
Anyone but me.
This was excellent, he described himself perfectly. He really had a strong sense of self. Reading this brought back detailed memories of him.
Mine -
Sometimes I wonder about myself
And about who I really am.
I don't really know much about myself
And I don't know if I can.
I would like to know who I am
And get it all straight
Maybe I'm not supposed to yet
Maybe I have to wait.
What really struck me was the total contrast between the two, mine was completely different. I had no strong feelings, thoughts or insight into myself except to the fact that I had none. I can still recall finding this task extremely difficult hense my poem/cop out.
The thing is I don't know if all these years later I could do much better, I still feel as though I'm waiting.