I Still Can't Figure it Out

am I pretty or smart

maybe funny?

why is there a label on everything

society has to know everything about me but what if I am not even sure who I am

people don’t like change but that’s all I ever do

I catch myself on fire with my thoughts

all I do is over think

but what really defines me

is it my heavy heart

or my overwhelming emotions

the blood pumping through my veins

what is me

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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