They Say . . . I Say . . .
I Seem To Be . . . , But Really . . .

They say I’ll never make it
BUT I know I’ll make it far

You say give it up
BUT I know I’ll be a star

You tell me I’m a copy cat
BUT then aren’t we all?

You say I have no friends
BUT then who are those kids I hand with at the mall?

YOU say I’ll be a dropout
BUT I can’t wait to prove you wrong.

YOU say just forget your dreams
BUT I have to tell you a secret . . .
They’re not dreams, they’re schemes

YOU think you know all about ME
BUT you can’t see who I can really be. – Kianna R. 08

I seem to be a teacher’s pet, but really,
I don’t like school that much.
I seem to be smart, but really,
I’m completely random.
I seem to be willing to share, but really,
I don’t want to.
I seem to be happy, but really,
I fell melancholy.
I seem to be excited to see you, but really,
I couldn’t care less.
I seem to be impressed, but really,
I’m not.
I seem to be torn, but really,
I’ve just been repaired.
I seem to be normal, but really,
I’m eccentric.
I seem to be right, but really,
I’m wrong.
I seem to be them, but really,
I am only me. – Beverly H. 08

I seem to like this town,
but really I hate it.
I seem to be weird and immature,
but really I’m quite normal.
I seem to be rich,
but I live in a trailer.
I seem to be emo,
but really I love my life.
I seem to be stupid,
but really I’m smart.
I seem to be an amazing skater,
but really I suck.
I seem to be obsessed with Halo 3,
but really I have nothing else to do. – Braden W. 08

They say I’m a stormy river,
But I’m a drought.
I used to be like a dull knife, small and blunt,
but now I am like a sword, sharp and to the point.
I seem to be a breeze following the current,
but really, I am a fire, blazing my own path.
My friends think I am like an arrow, straight forward,
but I know I am like a rubix cube, hard to figure out.
My parents think I am a brick wall, boring and bland.
but I’m a hyena, humorous and funny.
They say I’ll always be like a leaf in the wind,
but really, I’ll always be a phoenix, getting knocked down
and getting right back up from the ashes. – Anonymous

They say I am as delirious as a drunken man walking down a chaotic highway.
I say I am a livid lightening storm in an open field.
They say I used to be an orchid, waiting to thrive,
but now I am a rose, fierce, strong, and powerful.
I seem to be like a shadow on a bright day,
but really, I am like the sun in a dark storm.
My friends think I am like a squealing mouse in a stampede of elephants,
but I know I am King Kong climbing up the Empire State Building.
My parents think I’m a deaf man who has hearing aids,
but I’m a blind woman who sees everything. – Emily T. 09

They say I’m like a skeleton.
I say I am like Alexander the Great.
I used to be a puddle of water,
but now I’m a storm of fire.
I seem to be a void of wonder,
but really I’m a place of welcome.
My friends think I am a Sith Lord,
but I know I am a Jedi.
My parents think I’m as weak as a noodle,
but I’m as strong as an ox. – Trent W. 09

They say I am a web of lies,
which I am entangled in.
I say I am a window of love,
with a thin pane of glass.
I used to be like a fool of death,
but now I am like an eternity of life.
I seem to be a wild dream, crazy and frantic,
but really I am a cool sky, calm and collected.
My friends think I am as weak as a prisoner,
but I know I am as strong as concrete.
My parents think I am a brilliant masterpiece,
but I am like a lazy song.
They say I’ll always be a boy, walking on egg shells,
but really I’ll always be a kid, running in the wind. – Jackson R. 08

They say I am dull like a pencil.
I say I am sharp like a needle.
I used to be as ordinary as a moth,
but now I am as extraordinary as a beetle,
I seem to be a shy blanket,
but really, I am an outgoing toaster.
My friends think I am like a river of words.
But I know I am like a lake of purity.
My parents think I’m a clumsy penguin,
but I’m a coordinated cat.
They say I’ll always be a fire-breathing dragon,
but really, I’ll always be an exploring bunny. – Keegan K. 09

They say I am lost.
I say I am dead.
I used to be a paragraph of metaphors,
but now I am just a dot of ink on your paper.
I seem to be everywhere,
but really, I am forgotten like a piece of history.
My friends think I am alive like a virus,
but I know I am as dead as a burnt-down forest.
My parents think I am a light, brighter than the sun,
but I’m the darkest of all.
They say I’ll always be looking out for them,
but really I’ll always be gone. – John C. 09