Who are you?
Monday, August 30, 2010 6:49:33 AM
Someone always asks, "Who are you?"
Most would say there name and where they're from.
But who are you really?
What were you born as?
What has ur life and its challenges branded u as?
......I'm just me. I am no one special, but I am special to someone's heart. I am nothing but me. I am the middle child, the daughter, the sister. I am a fighter, a lover, a sinner, and a saint to those who need me. I've been called guardian angel, dare devil, pisces, and phoenix.
Cold in the heat, strong of the weak, I am ever changing.
I am the poison, the cure, the love and the hurt. I am torchered, innocent, protected and guilty. I am the middle man, the negotiator, the provider and the taker. The median and the giudelines on the road of life.... the highway to the gates of heaven or hell.
I am not scared of what I don't know or what I've never done, but I am curious of all. I am complicated yet simple. I feel everything around me: the pain, the joy; the hurt, the happines; and ofcourse the dreadfully depressing sadness. My mind is the gateway between dreams and reality...
I am made of tears and smiles
Most would say there name and where they're from.
But who are you really?
What were you born as?
What has ur life and its challenges branded u as?
......I'm just me. I am no one special, but I am special to someone's heart. I am nothing but me. I am the middle child, the daughter, the sister. I am a fighter, a lover, a sinner, and a saint to those who need me. I've been called guardian angel, dare devil, pisces, and phoenix.
Cold in the heat, strong of the weak, I am ever changing.
I am the poison, the cure, the love and the hurt. I am torchered, innocent, protected and guilty. I am the middle man, the negotiator, the provider and the taker. The median and the giudelines on the road of life.... the highway to the gates of heaven or hell.
I am not scared of what I don't know or what I've never done, but I am curious of all. I am complicated yet simple. I feel everything around me: the pain, the joy; the hurt, the happines; and ofcourse the dreadfully depressing sadness. My mind is the gateway between dreams and reality...
I am made of tears and smiles













