Who are you,
really?
You are not a name,
or a height, or a weight,
or a gender,
you are not an age,
and you are not where you
are from.
You are your favorite books,
and the song stuck on your head,
you are your thoughts,
and what you eat for breakfast.
on saturday mornings.
You are a thousand things,
but everyone chooses
to see the million things,
you are not.
You are not
where you are from,
you are
where you're going,
and i'd like to be
there too.
YOU ARE READING
~Depressing poems 3
PoetryHello! this is my 3th book, you can also read my 1st and my second book if you want (: i would really appreciate it if you would, and i'm sorry if there are some mistakes in it (i'm not really english) and thank you for reading if you do! (: lots of...
