Who do you think I am...
Internally,We get certain ideas of who we are.
We assume we know ourselves better than anyone else does,
but often times I find myself comparing my own thoughts of who I am
to the information others seem to of gathered of who they think I am..
scrambled words,mixed letters
unorganized,messy,distraught,wild, infinite.
All over the place.
Internally, I am who I am.
I'm yet to (never) know who I am,
yet I know plenty of myself at the same time.
We can never understand ourselves,completely.
The strive is over,when we're dead.
A sleeping destination.
Thats when you've completed this ...'self research'.
Because,Lets fact it,Theres too much information within to comprehend.
No need to figure this out,let it be..
but i cant help but feel so uncomfortable as I see my own face
reflect from within the pupils of others.
how do you see me?
If I told you who I was,would you even believe me?
would you doubt?
would you laugh?
would you turn away,because you didnt "think" of me that way..
or you just had no idea at all,because of how shy I seem to be at times?
If I grin,I may really feel sullen
If I frown,I may be actually content
If I whine,I may not be whining out of pain at all,
but of pleasure..or desire.
to you,i may be a sort of girl.
some sort of girl.
some specific type of girl.
a bitch?
a sweetheart.
a slut.
an innocent.
an honest person,
a liar?
but that doesnt mean that I really am any of those things..
because its perception and perspectives.
but I am me..
in so many different layers.
We assume we know ourselves better than anyone else does,
but often times I find myself comparing my own thoughts of who I am
to the information others seem to of gathered of who they think I am..
scrambled words,mixed letters
unorganized,messy,distraught,wild, infinite.
All over the place.
Internally, I am who I am.
I'm yet to (never) know who I am,
yet I know plenty of myself at the same time.
We can never understand ourselves,completely.
The strive is over,when we're dead.
A sleeping destination.
Thats when you've completed this ...'self research'.
Because,Lets fact it,Theres too much information within to comprehend.
No need to figure this out,let it be..
but i cant help but feel so uncomfortable as I see my own face
reflect from within the pupils of others.
how do you see me?
If I told you who I was,would you even believe me?
would you doubt?
would you laugh?
would you turn away,because you didnt "think" of me that way..
or you just had no idea at all,because of how shy I seem to be at times?
If I grin,I may really feel sullen
If I frown,I may be actually content
If I whine,I may not be whining out of pain at all,
but of pleasure..or desire.
to you,i may be a sort of girl.
some sort of girl.
some specific type of girl.
a bitch?
a sweetheart.
a slut.
an innocent.
an honest person,
a liar?
but that doesnt mean that I really am any of those things..
because its perception and perspectives.
but I am me..
in so many different layers.