Just Me

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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Creativity641

VT

14 years old

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