What Am I?I sit here and think, What am I? Really?I've been called so many names, It's hard to remember which are lies.Am I a friend? Or have I back-stabbed?I can't be a sister, But am I at least loved as one?I know I'm a daughter, But am I a good one?What about an artist? They're only as good as the 'favs'.An honour student, maybe, What are marks going to help me with?Perhaps a comedian, Everyone laughing at me.Every girl would like to think she's beautiful, I'm not to be excluded.Words, however, seem to contradict, And how can I deny that?It's not a matter of what I am, Or who I am either.It's what they all think, They seem to know me better than myself.
Living Without YouWalking through his room, Her fingers trail softly over the bed.The smell of him lingers in the air, Reminding her of what could have been.The pictures of them on the dresser, The pristine tux hanging in the closet.His shoes sit scattered where he left them last, Forgotten in his haste.She imagines his breath in her ear, Telling her that it will be alright.The tears slide down her cheeks and spill, Memories swamping her mind.If only you hadn't gotten out of bed that morning, She sobs heartbrokenly to the ghost.Why did you have to leave me here alone, The screams burst through the space.Love, he tells her softly, I had no choice.Just know that I am here, And I won't let you go.