Does anyone know who they are?
I'm not talking about ancestry, ethnicity, or anything like that,
But can anyone honestly say they know themselves?
They know their goals.
Their purpose.
What they care about most.
Their biggest fears.
Can they admit everything they are?
Their weaknesses.
Their flaws.
The ways they're broken inside.
The way they judge others without even knowing their stories.
We know that no one is perfect,
Yet we hide everything we are because we want to think,
Even if just for a moment,
That nothing is wrong with us.
Who decided what was perfect?
Who decided what was broken?
No one seems to ask these questions.
Everyone just blindly follows the example of others.
So who are you?
What are your goals?
What is your purpose?
What or who do you care about most?
What are your biggest fears?
Do you have weaknesses?
What do you see as your flaws?
How are you broken?
Do you ever judge people accidentally?
I ask all of these because we do know.
We just can't seem to admit some of these to ourselves.
I'm broken.
My only goal is to live.
My purpose is to help others.
I care about my family more than anything.
My biggest fears are being alone and never being truly happy.
My weaknesses are dogs and kind people.
I'm broken because the world makes me feel like I will never be enough.
Yes, I subconsciously categorize someone, good or bad, until proven other wise.
This is me.
I'm a jumble of broken and lost.
But I know that even if I feel like I don't know myself,
I will find out who I am.
I just have one more question,
And everyone has an answer for this even if they can't see it.
Someone else can see it, remember that.
So, answer this,
What about you makes you perfect?
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For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!