Who I am
Published: 26 May 2025 Edited: 5 June 2025
Who I am is a complicated thing.
It’s an explanation full of repetition and contradiction.
How am I supposed to explain when it’s full of double meaning.
Well, I thought I'd give it a try.
I am that girl who is both quiet and loud at the same time.
I am that girl who wants to be quiet but grew up to speak lies.
I am that girl who lives on constant extremes.
I am that girl who can’t be in the middle so she is either nothing or everything.
I am that girl who is the smartest but can’t get a grip of the basics.
I am that girl who knows the hardest but not the easiest.
I am that girl who tells others they’re floating when they’re really falling.
I am that girl who’s words don’t match her thoughts.
I am that girl who gets called childish but has been through more than most adults.
I am that girl who thinks like an adult but gets treated like a child.
I am that girl who the attention is always on but gets treated like a side character.
I am that girl who the spotlight is always near but gets thrown to the side.
I am that girl who is drowning but loves the water.
I am that girl who is in a hurricane but loves the wind.
I am so many things it’s painful sometimes.
I am so many things that don’t fit together.
Like a messed up puzzle.
Like a piano with mixed keys.
I am the words I type and write.
I am the ink splatters that happen to make a masterpiece.
I am a poet.
Even if I don’t know who I am
