Who Am I?
A question too romanticised
To have one answer;
Maybe I'm a butterfly,
Spreading my wings
And becoming a metaphor for creativity
Maybe I'm a spirit, a ghost,
Wandering and gliding around
This plane of existence for answers.
Maybe I'm a leaf,
Fallen from a tree.
I glide and glide and I am free!
Or maybe I'm just me.
I'm myself.
And sometimes I write words
And people like them.
I exist,
And sometimes I do things,
And other things happen after that.
Maybe I'm self doubtful,
Maybe I lack a certain narccism,
Maybe I'm missing my confidence.
But to be honest,
When you ask who I am,
I answer:
I am me.
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 10:19 AM UTC
Who Am I?
A question too romanticised
To have one answer;
Maybe I'm a butterfly,
Spreading my wings
And becoming a metaphor for creativity
Maybe I'm a spirit, a ghost,
Wandering and gliding around
This plane of existence for answers.
Maybe I'm a leaf,
Fallen from a tree.
I glide and glide and I am free!
Or maybe I'm just me.
I'm myself.
And sometimes I write words
And people like them.
I exist,
And sometimes I do things,
And other things happen after that.
Maybe I'm self doubtful,
Maybe I lack a certain narccism,
Maybe I'm missing my confidence.
But to be honest,
When you ask who I am,
I answer:
I am me.
