So basically, this is my first real poem, so any suggestions would be really helpful and appreciated.
As the highways hurtles past me,
My thoughts soft as a lamb’s,
I, vaguely, idly wondering,
Write the words “I am:”
Then I stop in horror,
As a word does not come forth.
What word or title names me?
What remark declares my worth?
I aim to be myself,
Despite what others ask,
But what if I have failed
To remove my inner mask?
Who am I? I wonder,
And no single term rings true,
How could I ever be myself,
If this phrase I don’t pursue?
“Are you the heroes you act like?”
A voice asks, mocking me.
“Perhaps the knight in armor,
You laughingly try to be?”
“Yes,” a new voice answers,
Startling in its pride.
“Maybe that is the answer,
When I ask, ‘Who am I?’
“Perhaps we are who we honor,
And like those in whom we believe,
Perhaps that is a reflection,
Of whom we aim to be.
“And so, who are we, really,
If not whomever we want?
Once we choose our own behavior,
We choose the uniqueness we flaunt.”
So I can be a knight in armor,
Or a tiger fighting wild,
Perhaps I’m a lone ranger,
Or an innocent, lovely child.
Maybe I could be a dragon,
Soaring noble and free,
But I know whoever I choose for the time,
Is whomever for then I shall be.
Spoiler
By the way, this is based on an incident that actually happened to me. I was a passenger (I'm only fifteen, I could hardly race down a highway) in a car, hence the highway part. (And the lamb part was because I couldn't find anything to rhyme with 'am'.
