Poem: Identity Crisis Poem (the Poem I Taped Across from on My Mirror)

Move your fat head!
Move it out of my way
So I can look in the mirror
And see what I say

I could be a drama
That makes children weep
That tells of great dragons
Inside caverns deep

Perhaps I’m a chronicle
That’s told throughout time
Or some witty joke
With a clever punch line

All the time I have lived
I’m still a mystery
Please, help me to find
My identity

For I know I’m a poem
That NEEDS to be heard
Now move, let me see!
Turns out I’m...backward?? Poem: Identity Crisis Poem (the Poem I Taped Across from on My Mirror)

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