For the longest times, I’ve been struggling to come to grips with who I am. You know, understanding yourself enough to commit that person to paper and tell others exactly who you are. But I’ve learnt that that person, me, is constantly changing, a walking contradiction, and that’s ok. I’m still being learning how to be;
I am the sum of my parts,
the hypocrisy when my opinions change
the love when I empathize with strangers
the quirks that trick me up.
the insecurities and confidence that swing like moods.
I am the one who couldn’t care less,
yet the one that screams for approval
I am the sum of the people I love, of the past I may regret, of the hopes I hold dear.
I am all of this.
I am mess but I am me.