Who i am

Most of who I am is who I am not. It is in that emptiness, in what remains hidden, In what I have not said, in what I didn't do. I'm made up of shortcomings, of possibilities never explored, of dreams that have not come true, of roads not traveled, of versions of me That I let die before giving them a voice. Yet, in every "I am not", There's a trace of me, A fragment that hides in the shadows, that never ceases to be there. Most of who I am It's everything I've never been able to be.