WHO I AM
From many things are who I am, a fearful child in a long lost land,
Things from me that were taken away back in time on a dark, sad, day,
A storm that circles all around, in its arms sometimes I am found.
A hurt that once was sent to me, by a trusted friend no more to be,
Inside to most i’m afraid to show, the good there is only for you to know.
On the outside a picture of strength you see, what’s on the inside sometimes fragile,
Never broken, shared with you but owned by me.
I have weaknesses but am not weak, It’s peace and happiness in the world I seek,
Who I am, this is I, maybe a tear sometimes a cry.