Who am I?

I spend countless hours
Trying to figure out my life
I try to figure out who I am
What purpose do I serve?

Am I an artiest?
Am I counselor?
Am I fighter?
Or a lover?

Am I kind?
Or harsh?
Do I love the way I should?
Do I give enough care?
Or too much?

What kind of person am I?
Do people respect me?
Do people look down on me?
Am I smart?
Or dumb?

Are my views wrong?
Or right?
What am I?
Who am I?

I am not bruised
I have had my fair share of pain
And heart break
But no more then everyone else

I may feel broken at times
But I am no where as broken
As some people I know are

I watch the birds fly in the sky
I watch the pink sky's slowly pass me by
I let myself take moments to find joy
In the beauty that surrounds me

But everything around me has a purpose
Has a reason for being there
But what I can't understand
What's my purpose?   

Author's Note

Something I am struggling with I know what I want to do as a career, I know what schools I want to attend I just can't figure out what type of person I am.

Reviews

[Angela]

I love the flow of this. All valid questions to o. The truth lies somewhere in the middle. Glad you are not broken. Good to here there are still those who aren't. You'll figure it out, and you will make choices that will answer these questions for you in time. Choose wisely.

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Lovely...!!!!!

[Sunflower 20]

the emotion of confusion is cleverly woven into this poem. i think many people, especially young people, can relate to this. and its just something everyone has to go through. i also really liked the way you ended it with a question, thats lets you walk in the shoes of the narrator, well done! :)