I stand at the edge of the sink,
Peering into the water below me.
I ponder who I am.
I ponder who I am,
For I do not know yet.
I do not know yet.
You try to tell me who I am,
To make me choose what I want.
But I do not know what I want.
I do not know what I want.
I know I am young.
Let me be young.
For I still have the mind of a child.
I do not know who I am.
I do not know what I want.
Let me decide when that changes.

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RandomHey guys. Just started a creative writing class and thought I would share some of my poems and other things on here. I hope you like them.