Supposed to be?
#1
I'm supposed
to be
strong.
I'm not
strong
but weak and
vulnerable.

I'm supposed
to be
kind.
I'm not
kind
but twisted and
cruel.

I'm supposed
to be
wise.
I'm not
wise
but silly and
inexperienced.

I'm supposed
to be
happy.
I'm not
happy
but broken and
depressed.

I'm supposed
to be
organized.
I'm not
organized
but messy and
anxious.

I'm supposed
to be
willing.
I'm not
willing
but stubborn and
grieving.

I'm supposed
to be
trusting.
I'm not
trusting
but angry and
nervous.

I'm supposed
to be
patient.
I'm not
patient
but frustrated and
spiteful.

I'm supposed
to be
calm.
I'm not
calm
but unfocused and
confused.

I'm supposed
to be
perfect.
But how can
I
when I am merely
human?

I'm supposed
to be
me.
I don't even
know who me
is.
Is me who
everyone else
sees?
Or can I
create a new
me?
"I have no one to talk to about the shit that goes on inside my head." -- M
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#2
This poem seems to run on negations of noncontradictions. It seems honest, maybe artfully exaggerated. 










I'm supposed
to be
strong.
I'm not
strong
but weak and
vulnerable.


There could be something essential in vulnerability, look into it. Something for the poem beyond expression.




I'm supposed
to be
kind.
I'm not
kind
but twisted and
cruel.


If you're twisted, you could be cruel and kind. It's worth exploring. 
Statements are fine, are there any details?




I'm supposed
to be
wise.
I'm not
wise
but silly and
inexperienced.


There is a question mark in your title, after all.




I'm supposed
to be
happy.
I'm not
happy
but broken and
depressed.



You can be happy along with the silliest broken things. You could play with that, and write about it.





I'm supposed
to be
organized.
I'm not
organized
but messy and
anxious.



There's a lot of energy and detailed interest in anxiety. Sometimes a poem is organized anxiety. That could be what that stanza is; and could be the more you dig into it.






I'm supposed
to be
willing.
I'm not
willing
but stubborn and
grieving.


I admit I prefer those who are willing. The grieving often are. But not me. Sometimes I'm too grand.
The dichotomies could be more aberrant or confusing. That's an idea to play with.




I'm supposed
to be
trusting.
I'm not
trusting
but angry and
nervous.


No comment.




I'm supposed
to be
patient.
I'm not
patient
but frustrated and
spiteful.

I'm supposed
to be
calm.
I'm not
calm
but unfocused and
confused.

I'm supposed
to be
perfect.
But how can
I
when I am merely
human?



A perfect human sounds freakish. You might be more perfect than you think. 

You can take that comment anyway you like, but I was simply stating the point of view that your less than perfect state is quite normal. But don't take normal as an insult this time.


I'm supposed
to be
me.
I don't even
know who me
is.
Is me who
everyone else
sees?
Or can I
create a new
me?

Everyone is probably ignorant or short-sighted, one or the other, or both.

Your statements are straightforward and clear. It's good to write like this for a while, and get muddy in the messiness of self-image and what other people see and think. Good to state the points and work beyond them, some, or more, to get to your own novel vision. 
Life advice and poem advice get close sometimes. For me, there's no difference between poetry and life, but I see more life in this poem. I have no advice. 
Only think of the feelings that inspired this poem, and imagine images in place of the words when organising the feelings and even thoughts. Music and images. Or, anyway, think like you feel in dreams. Experiential logic, dream logic. Turn your logical energies to novel lines.
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#3
This could be a diary entry
At s stretch, the various questions you ask could perhaps find resonance in a segment of readers (teen or pre teen is my guess)
But the following strophe raises an underwhelming question, o do not ask what it is

I'm supposed
to be
perfect.
But how can
I
when I am merely
human?
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#4
MelaniaStarHans,

Forgive me, but I only made it halfway through before I became overwhelmed by the thoughtless formulaic (I'm supposed to be, but I am not I am this) black and white thinking. It's cookie cutter. No poetic troupes are used, there is not even a rudimentary rhythm. Needs more show less talk, unless of course you are working on bad philosophy Smile

As with your other poem it is cleanly written, so high marks for that.

best,

dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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