For The Poets.

Who

Who am I, you ask?

I am made of
all the people I have encountered
and all the things I have experienced.
Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends
and the arguments with my parents.
The chattering of young children
and warmth from kind strangers.
Inside, there are stitchings from cracked hearts
and bitter words from heated arguments.
Music that gets me through
and the emotions I cannot convey.
I am made from all these people and moments.
Thats who I am.