Who am I?
It's something I've been struggling with a lot lately
There's lots of things that I am
A science enthusiast
An avid reader
But those don't define who I am
There's lots of things I love to do, too
That I'm not necessarily good at
But that's not me, either
There's my relationships with others
But none of those encompass who I am
I have my flaws, too
Afraid to fail
But I don't think those define me
So what does?
Is it the way I dance to the music in stores while my friends roll their eyes and tell me they're going to stop taking me out in public?
Is it the way I manage to trip over almost anything, whether there's something there or not?
Is it how I stay up too late, even though I love to sleep?
Or my sweet tooth?
Or my insecurities?
Or my family?
Or is it all of those, wrapped into one?
Can I be a scientist, who loves to write and bake and sing?
Can I be a loving wife someday, and still be bisexual?
Can I be a loyal friend, who still cuts off relationships when they hurt me too much?
Can I be afraid to fail, but try anyway?
Can I be everything that I am?
I like to think so
So who am I?
I'm a girl, who cries at every sad movie
I'm a mess, who misses her mouth half the time, even when it's only water I'm drinking
I'm a student, who procrastinates and curses and still gets her paper done before the deadline
I'm a daughter, and granddaughter, and friend, who tries her best to remember call
And I'm me
But becoming more and more every day who I want to be?
Now that's who I am