I don't really know what I am.
My head is a mess that has been stomped all over.
My thoughts have been trampled and my wants have been crushed.
My heart is a graveyard where old loves have died;
incapable of living in my complicated life.
My legs are sore from walking countless miles to get what I desire.
And let's face it, I'm a mess with complicated heart palpitations and an honest to God crazy imagination.
I don't really know what I am
or who I am,
All I know is that I matter and I might not know how or why
but I know that I do.

*-c.a.