I don't know who I am. I am the oldest and only girl of 4 children, but does that define me. I'm a Cottrell and I grew up on the carnival. These are all facts but not who I am. I'm scared of being alone. Is that good enough? Who am I truly? I honestly don't know. What makes me unique? What makes me an individual? What makes me...me? I can tell you I like acting and that I grew up to fast, but many people did. I can tell you I love my family more than I can bear. If I tell you that I love you I really do. I love with all my body, every fiber of my being. Maybe that's who I am. The girl who loves fully and unconditionally, or the girl who wants to be loved, or even the girl who drops everything to help a friend in need. Is that who I am? If not instead am I the girl who losses herself trying to find a friend. The girl who loves everyone but who no one loves. Maybe that is who I am. Maybe I will find out one day but for now I must ask you; world who do you think I am? Because to be honest I really don't know, I guess we will see.
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Poems Of A Messed Up World
PoetryI've been told lately that i should share my poetry its not that great and a lot of it is depressed. I'm gonna say right now i am not depressed.
