Who am I A broken wanderer searching without reason A twisted mess of wounds caused by dull, invisible knives and harmless words Stardust sprinkled carelessly into a body that wasn't meant to shine Fear of connections that end without a word being said Paths leading nowhere and flowers that never grow Who am I The words left unspoken by most, yet lack any form of uniqueness A desire for an end without leaving Hands intertwined, buttons ripped off, holes in jeans Kisses in rain that bring thunderstorms within my heart I don't know who I am I'm not defined by one solid experience Instead, a mass of memories, overpowering emotions, and glorified moments I am not who you think I am I am not a savior, a healer I don't have a solution, a routine I am not who you think that I am I am just like you Searching for answers to questions that I will never understand I am not who you think that I am