I'm Known

At football contests, I'm known to bellow,

Exhort my schoolmates to hurt other fellows,

But I talk like a four-foot-tall, pencil-neck bitch,

A flamer, a four-eyes, a geek-boy, a poet.

So which one of those guys is me? I'd be neither.

I'm who you think I am, but not that, either.

I'm the sum of my fears and the sum of my flaws,

The sum of my actions, a subject of laws.

I'm still me at my worst, I'm still me at my best.

I'd probably tell you, but I'd just have to guess.