Something of me
What do you think defines you?
A fancy word,
a picture,
a name
a song?
What about a million wrongs?
Do your past mistakes make you who you are today?
Maybe you will know someday.
To properly describe who I am,
I wrote a poem
What is a poem?
Is it a powerful,
riveting,
thought-provoking
piece of work?
This is only a fragment of me.
I am
smart,
funny,
hard to break down,
and easy to build up.
One who doesn't like to frown.
Right now I'm feeling quiet.
I don't want to think,
or stress,
or worry about the things around me.
I just want to empty my mind.
I want to think about me.
My future.
Where I will go.
What I will be.
I don't want to be asked to plan out my entire future
because I don't know.
I don't rush into things.
I change my mind a million times.
I often second-guess myself.
If it wasn't for those things,
I wouldn't be me,
sitting here writing this poem for you right now.