The Real Me


I am the one and only child
Always the first and last
My parents are always there for me, no matter what happens

I am an orange
Soft on the inside and hard on the outside
There for all of my friends to have
This is where I'll be picked

I am intelligence
Always helping people
Trying to make the right decisions
Teaching them how to walk their ways when they're older

I am like a book on a shelf
Quiet, and watching everything around me
Waiting for my turn, like a child on a slide
Sturdy and ready to be read

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