who am I
that question
rings in my head
is it my fear?
that rips and tears at me?
am I my fear
no it's such a small thing
when looked at it
at face value
but what is my value?
is it my love?
that dry's and wipes tears
am I my love
no it's such a pure thing
to behold once you have it
you'll never let it go
am I worth holding on too?
why am I
trapped but free
I can be whatever
I deem
yet something always
stops me
I can't be fear
nor can I be love
I refuse to be hate
and sadness can only break
for what I am
I do not know
I just don't want to be alone
yet crowds
chill me
what's missing?
why don't I fit
then again
who does when
they don't know
what they are
the choice is your
but it's never
simple
but
what ever is
