who am i
i'm still trying to find
am i the artist
who sees nothing but mistakes
in her own art
whose anxiety reflects
in every brush stroke
am i the writer
who is anything but satisfied
with her own work
whose broken pieces
peek through her writings
am i the science freak
who can never
get enough knowledge
whose soul wanders
deep in the ocean, far away in the sky
am i the empath
who can do nothing but feel
exactly what others are going through
whose heart aches
even for those she never knew
am i the introvert
who can do anything but socialize
with those i never even asked to know
whose mind spins at the sight of
those who are foreign to my space bubble
am i a no one
or a someone
am i myself
or someone else
am i the characters i love
or the one i strive to be
who am i
guess one day i'll find out
but for now
i am all of them
bits and pieces joined together
i am a mosaic
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Locked Up
Poesia❝How naive of me To think that the Devil would show up With demons and horns And everything opposite of joy . He being the deceiver he is Had the most beautiful eyes And everything which convinced me I'm home ❞ || welcome...
