who am i?
i normally respond with my identity; age and labels that society claims me.
i dont tell them that i hurt, that sometimes the aching in my chest gets worse.
i never respond with that i am an artist
who captures her feelings in lines of graphite.
i never respond with witty tales of my childhood,
or what i lacked of it.
"i am a student"
"i am a teenager"
"i am a daughter"
never once have i truly answered
"Who am I?"
because truth be known
I
Do
Not
Know
Myself.
