Who Am I
Who am I, that's a great question, I'm a little loud, and a bit obsessive, I can be quiet that's also true, I work hard for those who never knew, I'm a bit selfish, but carrying too, just ask any one, they'd say it's true, I can love you to death, or hate you to pieces, There's no imbetween, there's no guessing, Who am I, you'd like to know, I keep secrets buried in a hole, I'm a secret writer that hides her words, I'm afraid of rejection, and mindless words, If I had to tell you in a couple of words, I'm a scared little girl, in a big world.
This poem is about:
Me
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