+tell.me+
Which is the truth?
Which one is really me?
Are they all me?
Are they all a part of me in some way?
Is that possible?
Am I really those things?
So many have said different things, seen different sides.
Please tell me what I am.
It hurts not to know.
I may seem normal.
I may seem together.
But it hurts not to know what I am.
So many times, I sit and wonder.
Wonder what I am.
Truly am.
So many times, I have sat.
Sat in my room, near tears, if not in them.
Crying.
Crying because I did not know.
Please help me stop.
Please.
Tell me what I am.
Give me a reason to smile and kill the pain.
Kill the pain.
I don't like this.
This is not me.
I'm usually so happy, so carefree.
Why must I be like this?
Please help the pain stop.
Help the pain go away.
Tell me what I am.
This poem was written while I was somewhat depressed. It was one of those times when I really wanted to know what I am to everyone and no one was really letting me find the answer.
