????by: Hilda.

who are you ?they ask, But I don't really know who I am either But , I'm a book full of memories Ambivalent I'd say A mixture of joy and pain, A ripple in the ocean of life. I'm Unheard voice The hand that reaches out in despair, A heart full of love and fear A soul that yearns for meaning. I am who I am, and yet I'm not, Trying to make sense of it all but can't. Written a hundred poems about me But still can't really say who I am I'm just a tiny spark in the endless cosmic fire, Thorns planted in my chest Every breath I take feels like words I should say