Who am I?
I could say my name,my age or where I live
but I would be far from satisfied
So I ask again 'who am I?'
Silence
The more I asked
The more desperate my face looked
Am I in the end just an imitation?
A bad fake?
Of all those role models I have
Would I know the anwser
if I was never influenced by the thoughts of society?
What would my anwser be?
YOU ARE READING
The voice they never heard
PoetryI never talked the way I thought. Often, that filled me with regret. This is something I wrote some years ago that I just wanted to share! Obviously my knowledge on writing was limited and it shows :,)
