I am not

If the poem I had written before this one confused you,
I am sorry.
It was a point to say that I use to feel,
and that no one has the right to make me feel that bad,
about myself,
but somehow people have.
I am not what people expect,
I am not what the media sees.
I am who I am
No one changes that,
not people I trust,
not people I do not know.
And not even the few I let know what I think.
I am not anything listed in the poem below.