Perfect Blemish

The big question I always ask

Myself cannot answer it to perfection

Neither can family and friends

I’m always amazed at things “myself” does

That shows I don’t really know “myself”

I get confused, thinking I’m lost

but…

 

The very question that

I want an immediate answer to

Who am I?

Am I that strong girl who refuses

To cry no matter how hurt she may be?

Am I that indecisive girl

Who doesn’t know what

To make of her situations?

Or perhaps, I could be that weak wench

Who keeps running away from her problems

Who exactly are you waiting to solve them

For you, miss?!

 

“Who are you?”

You’re my friend,

The one I always look up to

And run to as well

To me, you’re an honest lady

Whom I trust very much

You’re someone who speaks her mind

When you think it’s necessary

And when think you’ve tolerated enough,

You burst out your misgivings.

 

What about my fears, my insecurities

And my secrets?

Who can tell by just looking at me?

Who can allay my fears

And put my heart to rest

What is it that I really need?

Do I just want to be a girl

Or I want to be more than that

There’s so much that I need to say

So many things I want to settle

But there’s no appropriate avenue for me

 

Is there anyone out there for me?

Who can look at my face

And tell me what’s within my heart

Is there anyone like that?

Who can tell me

Who I really am

 

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