I know who I am,
And sometimes it makes me quite sad.
I’m not a person who says, “Yes, Ma’am.”
But I’m really not that bad.
I’m usually quite kind,
As long as you don’t mind,
A person who likes to talk,
Then I won’t tell you to take a walk
With my mean side,
Which might make you want to hide.
Don’t worry, though, I don’t bite,
But if you hurt me, then I just might.
I’ve been told that I’m really quite smart,
And I know I have a big heart.
No, it’s not full of hot air,
But it is full of care.
I’m not considered ‘cool’,
Nor am I really any good at pool.
But there are a lot of things I am good at,
Like swinging a heavy bat,
To hit a baseball,
Or shooting a basketball,
From half-court.
Making a huge tree fort,
With my bare hands,
And naming old bands.
And best of all,
I know what to call
Myself…
  Myself!