Part of Me

There's a part of me that is child-like

There's a part of me that is a snob.

There's a part of me that thirsts for knowledge.

There's a part of me that is always laughing.

There's a part for family.

There's a part just for friends.

There's a part that's bad with people.

There's a part afraid to fail.

A part for passion.

A part for inspiration.

A part for love.

A part for hate.

Part for reading.

Part for writing.

Part for darkness.

Part for light.

Which part is me?

The part that shows who I am.

Is it passion?

Love?

Hate?

Humor?

The answer: undetermined.

All of these are a part of me.

Each one my own.

They coexist.

They clash.

They break bread together.

They fued.

Every part changes and grows.

Some parts leave me.

It leaves a hole in me.

The hole is filled by new parts.

Every part is a part of me.

What am I without just one?

Not the same.

Though controversial and confusing, these parts of me are me.

All are part of me.

I'm still changing, still growing.

And my parts do the same.

All parts are a part of me.