PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

   I look at the sky.

   Sometimes, I cry.

   I ask the sky, "Who am I?"

   I want to know who I am.

   You see, it's true.  Sometimes, I get blue.

   I want to know

   What am I going to do?

    

   I have been so much to so many.  I don't feel connected

   to any.



    I've been a daughter with a mother and a father.

    I've been a wife.

    I've been a mother.



   Again I ask

    Who am I?

    Who I am?

   I just want to know does anybody know?