Me

A two letter word

So hard to describe

The inside of me often contrasting

With the outside.

I am one thing to my friends,

Another to my family,

But to myself,

Who am I really?

I love music and writing,

Pouring out my thoughts,

Caring and sharing all that I’ve got.

I’m not afraid to speak out loud

Except when it comes to my innermost thoughts.

Sometimes I explode on the outside,

Or hold my anger in tight.

I eat, sleep, and read through the day,

Running in the morning,

Playing board games at night.

I can be stubborn and competitive,

Or kind and sweet.

There really seems to be two sides of me.

I’ve changed over time

Morphing to who I am,

I try and I try

To do what’s right,

But sometimes everything doesn’t work out right.

I’m from failures and successes

That have shaped my life.

I’m a mixture of the past me,

The present me,

The future me too.

Each day I live, breath, laugh,

Eat, argue, and cry.

Making me,

Changing me,

Shaping me now.

I cannot truly describe who I am,

For tomorrow I will be somewhat different than now.

If you want me to tell you,

Who I am,

Ask me up in heaven,

And I’ll tell you then.