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.