Who are you?

I’ve been asked this question

A million times.

I usually tell them my name,

But sometimes I wonder,

Who am I?

The real me?

 

I’ve spent my whole life

Trying to figure it out.

Sometimes I was 100% sure,

Sometimes I had no clue.

Now that I am older,

I think I know who I am.

The real me.

 

I am quiet.

I am creative.

I am caring.

I may even be a little weird,

But I am me.

The real me.

 

I want the world to know

It’s okay to be you.

The real you.

I know I am happy being me.

The real me.

Because that is who I’ll always be.