Days come and go

Like the seasons.

Mind and hearts shatter

Like glass.

I'm trying to know

Who I am.

Struggling to figure out

What I can be.

Alive or dead,

I thought I didn't matter.

Knowing why I live

Was part of learning who I am.

Smiling and lying,

Pretending and laughing

Was part of my facade

Now gone.

Is it really though?

Do I really know who I am?

Or what I'll be?

Or why I don't cease to exist?

Do I?

Yes, I do.

No, I don't.

I don't know who I am.

But you'll be there.

Day after day,

Waiting for me to understand myself.

Waiting for me to smile.

Thank you.

For accepting who I am.

Thank you.

For being you.

Nope, no love interest lol. Just a random poem that popped up. Don't make any assumptions, I have homework. ♡