who am i?

who the hell knows

sometimes i think i know myself

but that lasts about as long as it takes me to think

i am a fool

i am a child

i am incomplete and fragile

but i am strong, stubborn, and wild

i am nothing and i am everything

my mind is filled with daydreams

my heart is filled with mixed feelings

my soul is full of life and love and compassion

but i cover it with a coarse, cruel, bitter shell

hard from experiences that weren’t so sweet

cracked from those that were to show my core

i’ll fight until my last breath

for those few, precious things i deem worthy

i am tired and i am mean

i’m excited and naive

i am mature

but i don’t chose to be

an old soul

with never ending wonder

i flow and dip and turn and change

my sense of self bends and grows as time continues

never finished, never done

i am vast and i am small

i am eternal