A little bit of wisdom

Who are you?

A simple question with a not so simple answer. Who are you? Does anyone ever know who they are? Do other people know you better than you do? Is that even possible.

Well, yes. It is totally possible that someone else knows you better than you do. But it is also highly unlikely. Have you ever asked yourself that. Who am I? I have, but sadly I never get a full answer. In fact it just gets me more confused than ever. And you know what makes it even worse? I get my answer in a poem.

No joke. I kinda ask in my head who am I and I get a poem to decode as answer. I just like making things harder for myself I guess. And you'd think I'd try to make it easier, right? Nope. I'm the total opposite.

I remember the first time I asked myself who I was, I actually shrugged and then said:

I'm the girl no one knows

The girl that everyone sees

I'm never angry nor sad...at least in their eyes

I'm suppose to be perfect and everyone believes I am

They say I'm an angel and a saint

But I don't feel like any of those things

I don't feel perfect

I make mistakes

I cry and feel pain

You ask me who I am?

Well I don't know

I'm just a girl

I'm just me

And then I decided I was going insane. I didn't want to say that nor did I tend to. I asked myself that more and more. Who am I? Who am I really? And each time I get a new answer in the form of a riddle.

I remember one time I thought up this poem:

You ask who I am

Well is that what you really wish to know?

Wouldn't you rather ask about the world?

Ask about what other people think of you?

They think I'm cheerful and peppy

They think I'm fragile yet tough

They think I'm so weird

But they also say I am the most normal

They think I'm smart, which I can't say I agree

They believe me to be perfect

They believe me to be innocent

I am a ghost of what was

And I am what is

And what is yet to be

I'm different, that is obvious

How do you not know?

And why do you ask me when they seem to know you so well?

I normally try to make sense of them, but sometimes I don't. Sometimes I sigh and just pretend that I know. And I've never truly understood why I put things in poem. Maybe I fear of others hearing what I say. So I put it in code. So even if they hear, they do not know.

My favorite though, is this one:

I am who I am

Who I am is me