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A children's A to Z of Poetry Children's poetry Poems about Childhood

I is for me.

I don’t know who me is yet.

Sometimes I seem to do things which aren’t me at all.

Things I don’t like

But which seemed good to me at the time.

 

Sometimes I get so angry about things

even though they aren’t really what is upsetting me at all.

 

Sometimes I am really naughty

even when I know it would be much better for me to be good.

 

Other people don’t seem to know who I am either.

One day my friends are really nice to me and happy to see me and I feel really cheerful and funny and proud.

And then the next day, I’m still me but they don’t want to know.

And I feel sad.

 

It will be a great relief to be grown-up and have everything sorted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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