Who I Am

Who am I, you ask?

I am made from all the people

I've encountered and all the things

I've experienced.

I am a hurricane

Trapped inside a prison of bone.

A hopeless romantic

With a wandering soul.

A girl who travels to fictional worlds

To escape her own.

A bleeding heart

Trying to take the world's pain away.

And inside,

I hold the laughter of my friends,

The arguments with my parents,

The dreams of my inner child,

And the warm hope of strangers.

Inside, there are stitches

From cracked hearts,

Bitter words from heated arguments,

Music that gets me through,

Healing wounds from past battles

That I can't let go of,

Words I cannot speak

Without losing the air in my lungs,

And emotions I cannot convey

In written words, in speech.

I am made from all these people

All these moments.

That's who I am.