“Me – Who?”





I am who I am.

I like what I like.

I know what I want

And do what I do.

In the end,

It's all about me - not you,

So mind your own business

And we might just get through.







“Me – Who?”



The poem is about me

But me – who?

So who am I?

The question is hard

Some say I’m nice

And some I’m impolite

But you need to [get to] know me

To know who I am

"Me - Who?"





"Me- who?"



I would like to say I am somebody important

but I am not.

I am just like one drop of water

in a big ocean.

What I do every day is nothing for the world.

But maybe it is something?

Maybe me and everyone should believe

they are needed for the world

to become better...



It is me - it is who I am

A person thinking about the importance of things

I do every day.

Maybe someday

I will change this world

Into a better place.













"Me - Who?"



I’m a person who’s quite shy

And I cannot really rhyme.

I like music, being free

These are some things about me.









"Me - Who?"



I'm a girl,

in her teenage years.

I can swim, I can run

and I can also dance!

When I'm feeling down,

and I'm not in a good mood,

I try really hard not to be rude.

I work hard, I work out a lot

and keep telling myself

“Don't give up!”

But really,

everyone needs a sporadic nap.









"Me - Who?"



I am only one of us,

Twelve girls in English class.

Usual, little, with brown hair,

Talkative every day.

But honestly, who am I?

I’m romantic, silly, glad.

I like spending time in silence

Often also entertainment.

Being lazy or impolite

Happens sometimes to each of us.

Well, in fact I’m just a teenager

Who likes music, sport and danger.

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad,

Mostly cheerful and relaxed.

















"Me - Who?"



You wonder who I am

But I don’t know what to say

A girl at the age of eighteen

Filled with hopes and dreams

I like to sleep

But it’s not an unusual thing

I just wanna have a ring

And be married to a prince







"Me - Who?"



Caroline, that's my name

but not all Carolines are the same.

Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry

well, that's okay because I don't mind.

Being an optimist? Cool stuff.

What a pity that sometimes it’s tough.

But to be honest... I'm really happy...

Wondering through my life.

Me - who?

Yeah, that's what I'm like.







"Me - Who?"



Who am I? I asked myself and I sighed thoughtfully.

Isn't it sad? I'm a creature who doesn't even know who it is. Because I'm constantly changing. Every person could say something different about themselves. And what am I supposed to say? What is really important?

I have a name which means nothing 'cause it's random. I have hobbies which means nothing 'cause they're changing. I have an appearance which varies day by day. I have plans which may not ever happen. My behaviour? Every day I get to know something new and as a result I behave in a different way. There are many points of view. Every single thing is unstable.

However, there must be something more. I'm here because, I'm completely sure, I'm meant to do something highly significant. And I sighed.

















"Me - Who?"





Let me introduce myself.

I'm an 18-year-old girl

Living in Poland, but I'm not from here

I'm from a place where sun shines all day

And where people from many cultures live.

I miss my home and friends, but I'm happy here

Me who?

I'm an IB student, that's who I am.

I don't really like to talk about me

But I have to be a risk-taker because I'm in IB

So, I'm writing this poem for you and me

Hoping this will help to understand what me means

And because it's hard to describe myself

I will wait for you to describe me.

















"Me - Who?"



Talking about myself is definitely not what I like to do,

But now I have to, because I have English in my Group 2.

A girl who is an introvert and seventeen,

Somebody said once that she was quite mean.

Likes reading, laughing, sleeping all day long,

Adores Maths, Tumblr and has a lot of favourite songs.

Her sense of humour is really weird, trust me

Probably has suicidal tendencies – she’s doing the IB.

Having no idea how to end this poem…

Potato.