Who Am I

I am who I am. Left in the rough, roughened by fire and light. Who am I, I may ask? Again and again..whispering inside me does it not?

Who am I?

I echoed, again the 5th time.

I know what they'll say and they'll do.

You're a star they'll shout

You're beautiful they'll say

You're smart and your rich and your kind.

But it wasn't enough and I knew it, they knew.

I knew, they knew deep inside.

Who am I? I echoed this time inside

Because I knew the answer too well.

The silence grew worse as I didn't dare answer?

Why? don't I know who I am?

But I knew the answer and because of it, I looked out the window and cried.

Don't!

Said a pain inside my head

And it echoed on and off.

But my conscious was weak,

And my heart hurt too much

And I carried the world like a cross.

I am Who?

And I died with the thought in my heart.

Reviews

[beanabel]

I really like your poem...you show feeling and I like your choice of words. However, one thing I would edit is that you have many instances when you should use you're, instead of your.
Good job! :)

[KlineXcreed]

Thank you so much for the kind review!