A poem I wrote. Tell me what you think.
"The Search for the Self"
Who am I? I have no name, not even the one given to me at birth. I am not a style, nor trend, nor any other form of group. My likes and dislikes do not make me who I am. The materials I own are but a shadow of my personality. Deep, Creative, and Mysterious are my ways, but it still is not who I am. I am a mear experience, a character devised of emotions, nothing more. I am a copulation of culture, and an offspring of stereotypes. I am no one, yet all in one. I am me.
"The Search for the Self"
Who am I? I have no name, not even the one given to me at birth. I am not a style, nor trend, nor any other form of group. My likes and dislikes do not make me who I am. The materials I own are but a shadow of my personality. Deep, Creative, and Mysterious are my ways, but it still is not who I am. I am a mear experience, a character devised of emotions, nothing more. I am a copulation of culture, and an offspring of stereotypes. I am no one, yet all in one. I am me.
