She doesn't try
but she can't explain herself
and as far as life takes her,
she's always ready to quit.
She throws all she has
into being someone else
and nobody can say who she is
without some kind of disguise
clouding her identity.
She is an enigma.
So puzzling,
and so hidden,
that she doesn't know who she is.
That is saying something
for someone who seems so full of herself.
But the thing is
the personality that she seems full of
might not even be hers.
I am proud to share the title of my poem with a song by Adam Young, or Owl City. I am even prouder to believe that it deserves it. Signing off <3
