Who I Am

I cant write without it being wrong
I put words on a page, hoping to sound strong
But in all honesty, Im not
Im a weak soul in which fought
Fought to be more than what i am
I mean damn
I cant be anyone but myself
Even here collecting dust on the top shelf
I await something- anything
But one who does nothing
Should expect that much to happen
And so here i am once again
In my hands, paper and pen
Scribing the words that make me who i am
One day i want someone to understand...
-Part One


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