Who Am I?
Who Am I?
Who am I?
The one strangled in the illusion of her dreams,
Knitting her life out of the baseless statements and opinions thrown at her.
Digging so deep into the meaning of perfection that all there is to her quest is an empty treasury.
Someone looking through this endless lie that we live,
Seeking control of herself
Of the chaos that she is.
Who am I?
Settling for acceptance in a disfigured world.
Keeping close all that is dear to me so that I only see it slip away someday,
Sometime?
Who am I?
Under this skin,
Glowing with validation and my passion paving ways for compromises which never pay off,
My voice that I have silenced myself.
But the sweat on my brow, I have so greatly earned,
The well deserved,
The well achieved, the well accepted.
Yet I ask
Who am I?
Am I the heaven they pray for or the hell that has broken loose.
Am I me or am I the one you want me to be.
Am I what God made me or how the society shaped me.
What the mirror tells me or what my mind shouts out to me.
Who am I?