Who am I?
I look in the mirror and I don’t seem to recognise myself.
I look back at the past and don’t seem to stand by my ideas.
Who am I?
I dreamed a dream and I wanted to fly, soar high.
Wanted to live the dream.
Who am I?
For I don’t seem to remember my dream.
Not that I have forgotten; but have buried it deep down.
Who am I?
For I believed I had wings, because I remember spreading them to fly.
But I don’t seem to feel them anymore.
Who am I?
Am I just another girl who thought she could fly,
And chickened out when she had to?
Who am I?
Am I someone who aimed to soar high
But forgot to consider the leap?
Who am I?
Why am I bound by my inhibitions?
Why don’t I break free?
Who am I?
Why am I so comfortable in my mess?
Why do I settle for less?
Who am I?
Can I even measure what I want?
Do I even know what I want?
Who am I?
Am I just going to be insignificant?
Just another body to fill in the vacuum?
Who am I?
Why I am okay with mediocrity?
Why am I not self demanding?
Who am I?
Why do I chase to save another,
And comfortably ignore myself?
Who am I?
Why am I not to okay to treat another poorly
But perfectly comfortable in doing that to myself?
Who am I?
Why do I thrive on making others a priority?
Why do I not stand up for myself?
Who am I?
It’s been years since I accepted myself.
Years since I decided to love myself.
Yet, I don’t seem to find myself.
WHO AM I?!
WHO am i…