Who am I? They say you are smart, capable, refined, But when I search myself, I’m harder to find— I look in the mirror, the truth feels wrong, What they named as me was never mine all along. How am I? They say you are gentle, patient, and kind, But memory argues with what’s assigned. I trace my past, each borrowed ideal, And learn too late it was never real. Where should I go? They say climb the stairs, aim high, ascend, But I stare at the steps that refuse to end. I look above, my breath grows tight, Some heights aren’t meant to be reached by sight. What do I want? They say gather the coins, let fortune decide, But gold slips through fingers pried open wide. I count what I hold, then what I lack, My hands were never made to earn more back. Who do I want to be? They say be great, wear victory like a crown, So I work with fire that burns me down. I chase the name, the praise, the tone, Only to learn that title was never my own. Whom should I choose? They say s...
Just my stupid thoughts based on the experiences of my life and all the crazy thoughts that pop up in my head from time to time. If you are bored and have nothing to do then give it a try. Who knows you might find something interesting to talk about.