Who am I
Who am I
How do you define oneself?
We are all human.
Made for mistakes , and judgement.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But if properly willed can amount to greatness beyond comprehension.
Although we are all different.
Some are daring, while others will put themselves behind bulletproof glass.
Some are creative, while others can only process beauty through which is laid out for them to exam.
Some have a heart of gold, while others are of stone.
Am I imaginary? Able to give the world beauty through my mind at which I perceive?
Am I destined to give this land worth of my existence?
Am I merely a tool for society to play off of, then dispose of when I’m not of use?
Who am I?
When I differ from so many.
I like the moon, they like the sun
They are vibrant beings
I am a shadow, cast out of what I do not belong.
Where do I belong....?
Who am I.