WHO AM I

This poem is more than a story — it is my truth.
It speaks of wounds I never chose, of loneliness that shaped me, and of questions that echo inside when the world turns away. Every word was written in the silence of my own thoughts, where pain became my ink and honesty became my only friend.

“Who Am I” is not a cry for pity, but a confession of existence — proof that even in the darkest corners of life, a voice can rise. I wrote it to remind myself that I’m still here, still breathing, and that sometimes survival itself is a form of