What is it that makes me me?
Am I;
The angry girl?
Or the depressed?
The dyslexic
Or the gay?
The kind,
Or ******?
The manipulative,
Or the naive?
What is it that makes me me?
Tough question,
I change a lot.
I’m all of the above
And none of the above
Who am I?
I’m inconsistent,
And a pain
And a good friend
I was talking to a new friend, where we were trying to get to know each other. As it turned out, I didn’t even know myself....
Shout out to M-E for helping me with the poem, and for being a new friend!
