Who am I, you ask?
I am made from all the people
I've encountered and all the things
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.
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.