What am I?
Who am I?
They say I’m smart, meant for school
but I feel lost, with no real goals
I feel lost yet I find myself in the midst
of a genuine laughter or in a sincere cry
Who am I?
I’m a girl that reads to see many different lives
and I’m a girl that writes to know mine.
I’m the hidden details in big words
and the big idea in little ones
Who am I?
I’m the pens I’ve used describing beautiful sceneries
and I’m those two extra seconds
to get the right angle for a picture
Who am I?
I’m a recollection of memories and experiences
processed through a
All the planes, buses and cars I’ve traveled in
I’m a stranger in a country that’s not mine
using a language that limits me
I’m those nights when I feel lonely
I’m those times when I know the situation would be different
if she was here, with me
Who am I?
I’m you, looking for outer things
When really you should reach within
Wisdom tells me I’m nothing
Love tells me I’m everything
I’m in the middle
Who am I?
I’m still figuring it out