hey everyone!! - entry for @bookforest 's 100+ writing comp so ty to her for that and make sure to congratulate her if u haven't already!! - the poem is in the notes & credits, enjoy and let me know what u think! :D
i always seem to forget what's important until someone with soft eyes and a bright smile reminds me who i am. this shouldn't be how i remember, no, but i'm just so wrapped up in my feelings that it's impossible to think of anything else. people are always asking me who i am, ["who is she?" "who are you?"] they asked me why i've changed, why i haven't stayed the same. if they knew me at all they'd know i'm anything but consistent. i could spend years hiding and searching, and never find out who i am. i'm so confused, how can i be expected to tell others my name when i've forgotten it myself? i'm searching for a girl who doesn't exist. but does she exist? who am i?
