I want to be like them
No! I want to be like me
But who's me, is the question I ask
I guess that's hard to seeAm I the wind that blows you hair away?
Or am I the leaves beneath your feet?
Am I the tree that has its roots already planted?
Or am I the food that you eat?Am I the one who knows who I already am?
Or am I questioning something I already know?
Am I sure of who I am?
Will the answer help me grow?I guess I'm not the wind that blows your hair away
I guess I'm not the leaves beneath your feet
And I guess I'm not the tree that has its roots already planted
And I'm for sure not the food that you eatBut who am I?
Who's the person that answers me?
Am I something unanswerable?
That can't be!So, who's me, is the question I now ask
Because the person writing this wants to now know
Who am I?
And who's the I, I keep mentioning above? Will the answer help my ego?
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The Inner Critic [Completed]
PoezjaThis is yet another attempt to impress the masses No, I have not taken any classes I will be trying my luck on a fourth book full of poetry Some will describe me While others will describe you Sometimes, even both, that's true So, enjoy my fourth bo...