Who am I, you ask?
I am made from all the people I’ve encountered
and all the things I have experienced.
Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends,
the arguments with my parents,
the chattering of young children,
the warmth of kind strangers ,
and the bright night time stars.
Inside, there are stitching from cracked hearts,
bitter words from heated arguments,
music that gets me through
and emotions I cannot convey.
I am made from all these people,
these moments and the universe.
That is who I am.