I'm in a time,
Where I can't find who I'm supposed to be.
If I'm wonderful, or if I'm great,
Or what I even call 'me.'
What do people notice?
About I, and what I do.
Maybe, just maybe,
You can find what I see in you.
I see someone talented,
Hard-working, and magnificent.
Kind, generous, you are,
And you know it, sufficient.
Okay, sometime since, I actually finished a poem, but here it is. I guess, I was just bored, and I just missed writing this kind of stuff. This is shorter than my other poems, but…
You might notice that I used many commas in this one. What do you think?