I am.

I lay on my back

Staring, wondering

The stars gaze down on me

I think to myself.

Who am I ?

Everyday I dream

And it's always the same

'It won't happen'

I cry, I laugh

I smile, I frown

I'm only human after all 

I stare into the sky

I think again

I'm still finding myself.

Author's Note

Yes.

Reviews

[youngwriter222]

I enjoyed this very much. No matter how many days there are to a person's life I never think that we will find all of who we truly are.
This was a great expression of you trying to figure out aspects of yourself that hopefully you will find when the time comes.

[Eile MacIntyre]

I think everyone is still finding themselves too. This was very good.