You ask who I am.
Honestly, I wonder that too.
Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.
And then breaking again.
Over and over again.
Honestly, the only good answer I have for this question is: Just me.
I'm just me.
A person who exists in this troubled world.
A person who has thoughts just as important's as everyone else's.
A person who doesn't know if they truly know themself.
That's who I am.
Just me.
Posted in response to the challenge Who and Why?.
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