What Makes Me, Me?

At 14,
Still young
With so much life left to live,
And so much left to see
With a head full of questions to be set free
From all of those questions to be set free,
There is one above all that constantly bugs me
What makes me, me?
No really,
What makes me, me?
Is it the fact that I love school and learning,
Or the fact that I love to hang out with my friends,
Or the fact that I love to draw
And create music
And just be weird,
Or the way that I think and go about life,
Or the way that I want our world to be?
I think the fact is
I will never truly find just one answer
That whatever I do in life
Is truly what makes me, me.

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