I am no one else but me.
I am all that I can be.
No one else can think like me
or laugh like me
or dream like me.
No one else can be as free
to be themselves as me.
My mind is mine,
my dreams are mine,
my likes,
my fears,
my screams are mine.
And who else would want them
except for me?
And who else would I want
to be?
And why cannot the whole
world see
that the only person to be
is me?