Who Am I?

I am a little joy.
Trifle happiness. Trifle coy.
I am a little gloom.
Trivial sadness. Trivial bloom.
Facing the unknown. Pockets full of fear.
I am a shooting star. Lost in the darkness behind the moon.
I am a little scar on the face of humanity.
Someone who is lost in the crowd out there.
Who is finding a way, to live each day,
With expectations of waking up to a new life everywhere.
Guilt and Anger, my allies in the dark,
Faith and responsibility, my comrades, stand stark.
A despondent soul with the right amount of insanity,
I cry. I try. I survive.
Because it doesn’t matter Who I Am,
I AM. That’s Enough.


World within me.

The world may not say a lot about me when I die,
But I won’t go unnoticed while I am alive.

The world may not give a shit about me when I’m alive,
But I won’t ever give up, I’ll always try.

The world may not make it easy for me to try,
But I will do my best, give up all I have to survive.

But to survive I need to know one thing. Just one thing.

The World Within Me.

Identity Crisis


Earrings, Bracelets, A necklace that looked like gold,

She donned her dress and walked out in style,

Glittering from top to bottom, but missing a smile.


In her hand a clutch she did hold,

And put makeup to hide the scars that were seen,

What her glowing face couldn’t hide were the scars deep within.


This was her identity.

She knew her name.

But not who she was.