Poem

A poem I wrote in my journal:

1/7/2024

Who am I? I ask myself tonight 

Am I who I think? I ask myself at the sink

Am I the facade I put up at school?

Or am I a nobody? nothing but a fool

Am I what I eat? Or is there more?

Am I a piece of dust, ready to slip under the door?

Can I make a difference in this world? Or should I do nothing, cry, and quarrel

Should I have hope that people will be kind, or should I stab my eyes out and make myself go blind?

Should I look at life with a positive attitude, despite the fact that people show no gratitude?

I can't answer any of these questions, not tonight

I'm not even sure I can answer them all in my whole life