Who Am I?
Who am I?
I know who the world sees
Mother
Daughter
Girlfriend
Worker
Artist
Writer
A bit crazy
Slightly moody
Dare I say funny
At times perceptive
I conceal who I am inside
The twists and turns
Dead ends and phony paths
The parts in total darkness
All provide the perfect place to hide
I’ve been seeking for a while now
Scattered clues are all I’ve found
It’s possible my search is half-hearted
I may hesitate while I’m seeking
There is a healthy fear of the unknown
I lie, there is no healthy
Only fear
Who am I?
I am intelligent
Creative
Empathetic
I am also bossy
Impatient
And a bitch
All these things
Yet none are who I am
Who the fuck am I?
©Heather Crismond 2023 All Rights Reserved
American Writer
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