I Don't Know Who I Am.

I don’t know who or what I am.

Am I the mean thought that I sent out,

Or the nice words that I said?

Am I the nice words I said?

Am I the fist that hit his face,

Or the smile and icepack we shared after?

Am I the people I hurt,

Or the people I saved?

Am I every heart I have broken,

Or am I the hearts I fixed?

Am I every bad grade,

Or every understood lesson?

Am I the lies I have told,

Or am I the truth I yielded?

Am I every tear I shed.

Or the smiles I give?

Am I every vain attempt,

Or my achievement?

Am I every drop of disappointment in my mother’s eyes,

Or those proud moments?

Am I every stupid angsty poem,

Or the ones that are beyond my years?

Am I all my bad advice,

Or all the times it just helped?

Am I every argument I have had,

Or every time I gave in without a fight?

Am I who I say I am,

Or will I never know?

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Knowing.

The thing about knowing........is you have to search, an figure things out, in order to know. Take my past experiences for example, like my "slut days", I was trying to figur out if I was 100% lesbian or not. I know now, what I did not know then. It's all an experiment. Life is one giant experiment. What do experiments have? They have controls (constants....like Me!), variables, results, failed trials, successful trials.......It just a big experiment.

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I find it funny that the girl who used to like science but doesn't anymore, is using science to explain something....

 

Love,

~Desert~Dreamer~

K.J.A.

(your kybabes)


~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~