who am i?

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Who am I when no one is looking?

When there isn't a reason to smile and pretend to be happy

When there isn't a person there to impress

When there isn't a reason to obsess over my appearance

When there isn't a need for constant validation

When there isn't a plea buried deep in my eyes, begging someone to just say something nice

When the quiet I crave I finally obtain-

Who am I?

Am I still just as funny? Are my quirks still cute? Is my personality still interesting if there's no one to dispute? Do I still mean something, if there's no one to tell me?

Existentialism was never my ball game, but I find myself wondering all the same-

Who am I?

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