Who Are You?

Who am I?

Quite a question

Inside, does there lie truth?

I am I really a nice and sweet “little girl”

But what else lies within you?

Am is a state of being referring to the present

Am I really what they think I am?

They say I am a nice person

What was I before?

The say I have a sweet heart

Is that true to the core?

Was it before I had my break down,

When I threw myself at my mom’s bedroom door?

Or was it after the dance I ministered,

When I leapt so high off the floor?

I am the only one that knows the true me

Who will I be ‘till the end?

I am a great person and friend

Does it matter that I gladly irritate my friends?

I’m a smart and witty gal that learns when she fail

But is it bad that I go to sleep past twelve?

I’m a fun and playful chick that has a lot of sass

But is it bad that my low tolerance makes me angry in a flash?

You asked who I am,

But you want to know who I was before?

Okay, remember the part about me throwing myself at my mom’s door

I sound like I was depressed?

Well I was to a point

To what extent would I say?

Well I was suicidal at that point

Am I okay?

So much so

Your glad I’m better?

I am too

I realized it’s better to see a rainbow from this point of view

Is there anything else?

Of course there is,

Though I was sad, I was a happy kid

Am I no longer a kid?

Nope,

I’ve now grown to the extent to get a bank account and be out on my own

Are you on your own?

Not just yet,

Will you miss I old life?

Duh, no doubt, I bet,

What will I miss?

I’ll miss the fun times with mom

Throwing socks at each other in the house

Socks you ask?

What I’m referring to ,

Are the small things and tasks,

What part specifically about you say?

Like saying “I love, see you later.” To my mom as I left the house each day

You want to go back and ask what day it all changed?

I day my auntie explained no one owe me anything

I was going to have to get over it because other went through the same,

That was it you ask?

Well no,

What do I mean?

Like everyone today “daddy problems”,

But all is forgiven

But why you say?

It made me feel better,

I think that’s why I’m okay.

I’m happy in my life and now you know,

Umm …  all the all the answers to your questions,

Especially, you know,

The first one asked,

About who I am,

I didn’t tell you much,

I just wanted to show,

The person that had to make those transitions,

Is the one you now know.

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