A poem

[true_flight]

"What is Me?"
by Sarah Kolb

It was tough today.
I learned that I had to be me.
A person, that could cry.
Me...

You know, I told myself thousands and thousands of times.
I can't cry. It's not me. I'm not this person.
This insecure person.
Me...

I don't have to be hugged by my mother,
Told that "It's going to be okay."
Have a pat on my back.
Me...

But you... You showed me what is real.
What is me?
You know, now I have no clue.
Me...

I am, an angel.
I am, a demon.
I am, neither.
Me...

After all I have been told.
I shouldn't say...
"I can't cry, that's just not
Me..."

So what is me?
Am I insecure?
Am I too strong?
Me...

I'm both,
I'm supposed strong,
and weak at times.
Because that's just...
Me.

Thanks pen pal. I really have to say Mark, you really meant to show me that, and I learned my lesson. *smiles* Thanks for the support. I hope you know that...

I love all of you...
Every single one of you.

I just needed a good cry... A good cry to show that I am human and not some super optimistic girl that can smile through everything.
*makes this a memory to be remembered*

Sarah.