Who am I really?
A question I ask
When I'm sitting at home
or performing a task.
Sometimes you don't know
what you are for,
So you adventure, beyond castle doors.
You've climbed all the mountains,
You've swam every sea,
But still you ask,
"Is this really me?"
Although I don't know yet,
I still enjoy life,
when I'm looking for purpose,
or hiding my strife.
I'm okay, no, really!
Don't worry about me,
you may drown in my tears,
my salty, blue sea.
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Author:
Izzy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You may not know what you're for, but it isn't hatred. No matter what, everyone is here for a reason, those who are protested against aren't mental, they are here to make a difference. I am here to make a difference.
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Comments1
Does anybody know who we are, as soon as we are with other people we put on a mask and each person sees us differently.
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