Who am I? A question that seems so simple Yet it forces me to dig deep inside Racking my brain for an answer That I never really can find
Who am I? A question that can be interpreted in so many ways With millions of answers Yet my mind draws a blank.
Who am I? A question that frustrates me Until I finally see I am no one, but me.
Who am I? I’m a girl who listens to music every second I get, Writing down all the things in my head, Having fun just being with my friends.
Who am I? I’m a girl who is shy and quiet most of the time, But I know how to speak my mind Telling you my opinion.
So who am I? I’m nothing, but a teenage girl Trying to find my place in this world As well as who I really am, Yet for now I can say one thing for sure I’m a person who hates when people ask me this question Because how am I to know Who I really am When I’m only just beginning To figure that out For myself.
BloodKatana · Wed Apr 30, 2008 @ 12:14am · 1 Comments |