(This poem is for power poetry inspired by the creators visit)
Who I am
I cannot see myself
To my own self, I remain true.
Mirrored reflections, my eyes strain
But Unsurely unique as a single individual
Hoping that time can make me very residual
As a strong individual,
The sense of confidence destroys my image,
But the idea of distraction scares me
Now who am I
A unique individual
No comments:
Post a Comment