I ask myself Who will I be?
The path to my future is darkened, so I cannot see.
I try to do so many things, big things, never small; but I am not seen.
So I try to stand on my tip toes tall,
But soon I get pushed and knocked back down.
Saddened, bruised, I quickly fall to the ground;
My tears fall like rain flooding this empty drought,
of too many failures and disappointments to count.
The path took a turn, and to my surprise,
I found a key to a door, where all my answers lie. So I took the key, and yes I have it hidden. I open this door when I need answers or to be forgiven, but this isn’t enough for it’s not what I need. What I need to know is who will I be? Will I be my mother that gave me up? Will I be my father that didn’t give a…No that is not me, that is not what I want, that is not who I will be. Who I am is on these two feet. I stand here and tell my father, I will not be beat. I’m no longer broken; I’m strong and will never be weak.