I thought hard,
What am I?
Who am I?
This is all I could think, because I am split.
I am a girl, who is weaker than she seems.
I am but a 16 year old child, who has lived thousands of years.
I am a blonde haired, blue eyed kid, who doesn't want to grow up.
I am a clumsy baby, who wants to learn to be graceful.
I am someone who holds her head high, who wishes she could cry.
I am a brave woman, who cuts her skin when no one is around.
I am a powerful inspiration, who curls in the shower and cries.
I am like an ocean moving back and forth, who wishes she could control her waves.
I am the stars at night, who help the lost and alone.
I am the sun and moon, who fight against each other with love and light.
I am two different people inside, and I don't know how to get the other out.

Sometimes, I don't know who I am, because
I am not one or me.  
I don't know who to be me, or how to be her;
I don't know how to stand tall, when I would like to fall;
I don't know how to speak simply, when all I do is yell;
I don't know how to empty the pain in my mind without hurting my body;
I don't know how to be one with the wind, who pushes me across the sand;
how to show you the pictures I can make in the sky;
or how to shine with both lights;
or how to just be me or just be her.