A question someone asked me, and I found myself at a loss for words at the time.
“Who are you?” you ask me
And what can I say?
Because, truth be told,
I wonder the same
I’m shy but I’m caring
Guilty yet kind
Concerned for my future
I miss what’s behind
Fun-loving and lonely
Hopeful but scared
Ready for anything
But still unprepared
I’m sure but confused
Nostalgic and witty
Feel sorry for myself
But don’t want your pity
You ask who I am
You fool, can’t you see?
I’m everything and nothing
In fact, I’m just me
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!