Who am I?
Waiting for the answer to who am I
I get more confused the more I try
Who is the girl in the mirror staring at me
Her identatiy is a mystery
I long to know what's my purpose in life
That has forever been my ongoing strife
And from now until the day I die
I will wonder what is it that makes me cry
What makes me laugh, what makes me sad
What makes me wonder, what makes me mad
So that some day I'll finelly meet
The girl they all call Emily
The question I have been trying to answer since the 8th grade. Still don't know.
I get more confused the more I try
Who is the girl in the mirror staring at me
Her identatiy is a mystery
I long to know what's my purpose in life
That has forever been my ongoing strife
And from now until the day I die
I will wonder what is it that makes me cry
What makes me laugh, what makes me sad
What makes me wonder, what makes me mad
So that some day I'll finelly meet
The girl they all call Emily
The question I have been trying to answer since the 8th grade. Still don't know.
posted by Em at 4:15 PM
6 Comments:
I'm 16, I know sounds a little young to be asking such adult questions, but I would say I'm probably more muture than some of the other people my age.
I'm glad you like my poem and I'd love to drop you a comment.
I am me.
Who am I?
Nothing. Just a quote I heard that I like.
MO POEYMS!!!
Lol, I'm sorry I have just not been inspired to write much lately. I think it might be because I've been really happy the last few weeks. But I promise I'll try and write some more. I don't like to disappoint the people who enjoy my work.
I know what you mean. It's impossible for me to write happy poetry, or poetry when I'm happy.
Or good poetry for that matter..
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