Who am I?
Well, it’s funny you should ask, because honestly
I haven’t got a clue.
Every day I’m
bombarded by people telling me to be myself
but how am I supposed to do that when
I’m not sure who this “self” is
that they want me to be.
I like to think that everyone is unique and original
but nothing is really original.
I mean, everything is pretty much
and our minds are the bulletin boards we pin these ideas to,
taking some things off when they’re no longer relevant
adding new things as we see fit.
And our board is ever changing,
like our minds
like our souls
because everything we think
everything we encounter
everything we experience
everything we believe
everything that goes up on our bulletin board of a mind
is who we are.