Who I am

For once, one of my poem describes how i feel.

I never was good at standing alone

Always with a freind or some one

But now i stand in front of you

Not knowing what to say

And this is where i regret myself

For not knowing who i am.

 

I was said to be the one

With certain hopes and dreams

With fears and emotions and everything

The one who had been friends

With many like me.

 

Weird, was one discription

Crazy, was another

Not once did i get one

that complimented me

I guess that's how i acted,

But is that really who i am?

The one who is outgoing

Not afraid to talk?

Maybe with some others

but never alone.

 

So now, when i need it most,

I can't find me, myself, nor I

For i am lost in a world

Where no one can tell me

Who I am.