Who am i
Am I denim shirts and converse
And eyeglasses and half buns
And leather backpacks and mascara
And confidence and skepticism
And me
Am I a hospital gown and a blanket
And dirty hair and tearstained eyes
And an umade bed and my special baby
And pills and shots and pills
And me
Am I sundresses and sandals
And rosy blush and lipgloss
And blonde curls and bubblegum
And spinning and giggles
And me
Am I a tshirt and barefoot
And a fresh face and a smile
And an open yet silent mind
And braids and macaroni
And carefree and small
And me
Who am i
That’s the trick. I am everything. I am everything and anything and there are people
telling me that I can be whoever I want to be but I cant change who I really am. So
what happens when I used to be nothing but now I am everything but I realize now
that I never really was nothing I just never saw myself as I really was. As I really am.
What happens when im sitting in the car ten and a half hours away from home
listening to a sad song except im not sad. I am changing but I am me. So if everything
I come across changes a part of me, yet I still remain myself in every situation, am I
really changing? Or am I just becoming who I am meant to be? Does this even make
any sense? I promise I’m not high im just sleep deprived.
People are beautiful and complex and no one is one dimensional; it’s special to get to
see all angles of one person.