I AM

I am what I am.
And what I am may not be too impressive.
I might be a failure.
I might be worthless.
But I am what I am
And it's not an excuse.
It's just an answer to the judgers,
To the whisperers,
To the scoffers.

For I'm so beautiful inside,
So delicate and complex.
In their society,
I manifest as a flop.
They call me a lemon,
Made incomplete, broken, stupid.

It tears at my heart that they can never understand,
That they will never comprehend,
The beauty in my mind,
The meaning of my soul.

But all I am to them
Is what their limitations can withhold.
That is why I say
I am what I am.

I leave it to them to decide what I am,
But not, of course, who I am.