Who am I?
Little speck in vast enternity
Unknown in shadows past
Seen but not known, heard
Hard to rember and easy to forget

To be honest I am something but nothing
Everywhere and nowhere
Amorphous, free falling, solid
Tangible, intangible
Beyond comprehension
A Shape
Nothing more
Simple
Things
Stay with us

But there has always been a spark
Within these worried twisted guts
Anxiety that amounts to woethlessnes
Burried deep within worries
Will I ever be good enough for me?

Fear has away of creeping past hidden
Feathers aren't ment for flight without wings
Feet remain grounded firm on soil
Comfortable in the element of earth
Higher means further to fall
I've fallen enough

Some times I wonder what my silence is worth
Words have been measured enough
Grades and intelligence exploited too much
Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up
Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply
Our own heads are worth more
Life's become complicated again
Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence?
To those lonely songs I sing inside my head
When the day is over and dead

But there's a fire within me
Hidden volcano burried deep enough
Aries, the ram, burning blistering fire sign
I know my mettle, know inside the quiet strength
One middle school day, one bully trying to hurt a freind
Charged right in ready to defend
"Don't listen to her, she's just a.....idot."
Pushed from behind for that

They say I'm soft and gentle
The quiet one, the innocent one, the cute one
Maybe I am but that's not all
Not a blank slate for others to draw

In the words of May B.
Caroline Starr Rose
"So many things
I know about myself
I've learned from others.
Without someone to listen,
to judge,
to tell what to do ,
and to choose
Who I am,
do I get to decide for myself?"

Who am I?
She wasn't where she had been
She wasn't where she was going
But she was on her way
Darling to you who am I?
You asked a simple question of me,
Wanted me to bear my bones
Expose my truest heart
Show the contents of my multicolored soul
Questions aren't so easy are they?

Who am I?
There's no answer I can give
No words to fashin into sentences
Who's to really know the looker?
Not the characters she plays nor those who think they're closer
A secert not worth knowing but always kept
A deviation that's all she is