Who am I?
I could say I am a million different things
But how would you know I’m not.
How do you come to the conclusion of what’s real and what’s not?
Do you dedicate a study to the theory that my life is a lie?
In fear that one day I may die.
With none of your questions answered?
That my name may be slandered
How do you know I am not a pit of destruction?
That my reconstruction was nothing but a mere lie?
Yet I cry.
Because I don’t know who I am
I could be the epitome of happiness
But I don’t feel like I am
I feel jammed
Into an uncontrollable void that I’d like to avoid
I’m annoyed, destroyed, and not overjoyed.
In a cycle of doubt
Wanting to shout but I’m left with a pout
Like some trout in a drought
Without a map in this route
My favorite poet/author is Rupi Kaur and my favorite book is The Great Gatsby
My dream for my future life is to be able to practice law in order to help people.
An adult that inspires me the most is my mother. She inspires me to follow my happiness.