I am
A ray of sun
On a cloudy day,
The orange glow
Behind gray smears
Of sky.

I am
Energy
In its purest form,
Running and 
Playing 
On the dirt of a 
Hidden softball field.

I am 
Laughing
When I ought not to be,
Finding joy in 
The things that 
One normally doesn't
Find joy in.

I am 
Standing
When others sat,
Because I was told to 
Be polite,
And give my chair 
To them.

I am 
Realizing
Who I am,
But not knowing 
What it all meant
In the grand scheme
Of things.

I am
Not enough
For myself,
Despite the many times
I was told that
I was perfect for them.

I am 
Sadness
At the world
Around me,
Sorrow that I 
Will never be more
Than just me.

I am
Fingernails 
Digging deep into my skin,
Because the knife is
Too painful,
Too fearful,
Too obvious
To take up.

I am
Losing
A dangerous battle,
Knowing that
Soon
I will
Be gone.