Who am I?
A question that sticks in my mind
A simple question with no clear answer
Because I'm me
Someone who loves bright colors and sending time with my friends,
Who's shy until you get to know me and will do anything to help people I care about
I am a hopeless romantic
Having all this love, ready and willing to give
Yet to scared to ever make a move
And I am my gifts
The ones given to family, friends, lovers
People who I no longer talk to and the ones I wish to learn more about
The simple gifts; the ones I gave because they reminded me of someone
Or the gifts I spent countless hours making
And I am my experiences
The happy ones from my childhood
With my friends and family
Or when I'm happy with just with myself
Yet I am also the sad ones
The ones spent crying; filled with loneliness, wishing to disappear
As I am my thoughts
The ones trapped inside my mind
How much I want to share them
Yet never knowing how to correctly
communicate the feelings
And I am my art, my writings, my paintings and my sketches
What I pore my heart and sole into
My communication method
The connection from my thoughts to the world
And I am not just me…
I am a puzzle of everyone who had ever interacted with me
I am a part of my environment, where I live, where I have traveled
I am how I express myself, how I share my experiences with others
As a little peace of everything stays with me
A collection of my life and my stories
So when I get asked the simple question
"Who am I?"
I do not have an answer
But this might be the closest I'll get to one