I am quiet

I am small

The storm in me wages a riot

 

I am a wanderer

I am a believer

Constantly a wonderer

 

I am eighteen

I am young

Yet caught somewhere in between

 

I am depressed

I am scared

Underestimated at best

 

I am a weeper

I am conscious of my solitude

But I assure you I am a keeper

 

I am a writer

I am a friend

And an innate fighter

 

I am a creator

I am the one holding the pencil

The silent debator

 

I am what I can be

I am here to inscribe these words

Unapologetically me