You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
I’m a woman, a mother, a friend
If I like you, I’ll be with you till the end.
Even if you hurt me sometimes I’ll stay,
don’t ask me why; I was just raised that way
Though sometimes I’m the one who also leaves
the one who’ll walk out the door, and deceive
I’m a lover, a fighter, a writer,
Just trying to make life a little brighter
But I really hate talking about myself, you know,
why don’t we talk about you or so-and-so?
For there’s not much to learn about me,
I’m just a tired old soul inside waiting to be free.
4 thoughts on “This Is Who I Am”
Lovely – this really strikes a chord. Thank you so much for sharing. x ‘M’
Thank you so much, M! It was simple poem day today 🙂
I really like this poem, especially the last line, “I’m just a tired old soul inside waiting to be free”.