[Okay, here's the disclaimer, this is more meant to be a jab at society, but the more it went on, it kind of lost the 'slam' part of it, but the problem is that I wrote it with full intent of slamming, so the rhyme scheme and rhythm are in the way a slam poem is.]

Dear me, 

All three,

One, who I want to be

Two, who I really am

Three, what people think of me

Three keeps me up at night,

going over my words and analyzing them with anxiety

I'm trying to walk my own path,

but it's hard to walk at the same time as battling stereotypes

They all want me to breathe this way, stand this way, walk this way, talk this way

I hate the fact my self-importance

is measure by the preponderance

and why can't anyone see

this mask of who I'm supposed to be

is suffocating me

Though this does not compare to version of myself one, who I want to be

Everyone can say what they want around me

but it never compares to my own expectations

for myself, I always expect to be my greatest creation

it doesn't spare me for so days I feel small

and on other days I feel so great

A personality and attitude impossibly inaculate

I make people cry

just because I hold my chin so high

(Haha, wip XD, there's more)