I am an idea placed in someone’s head
Meandering and creating preconceptions of myself for people to believe,
I concern myself with the ideas that people have of me-
Constantly worrying despite reassurance.
I am wondering what they think of me.
Do I know who I am?
Despite being me all my life, I am unable to describe myself.
Am I just the thoughts and ideas people have of me?
Or am I free to act how I please?
I am myself.
I look back on who I used to be and wonder
Is that me?
Mindlessly talking, not taking the time to consider what people think.
Who could I be if I would do that again?
I am reminiscing.
I am grateful for the time taken by others to get to know me,
Knowing I would not be myself without the social sculpting these hands molded,
Wanting to acknowledge the benefit this community has had towards me.
Wondering who would I be without these people around me?
I am full of gratitude.