Unheard, unseen Dats not me Dominated by oders Dats not me I m d 1 whom people look upto,I hve always got wt I ve wanted I m practical, I am successfulI hve d power, I hve the spark ..I m myself... my true self...
Who am I?
That is the question I always return to,
when asked about myself.
I am a wife, a mother, a grandmother.
But, who am I really?
Surely, I am not here just to make others happy.
Therefore, I must have a reason for being.
Searching for that reason has taken all of my life.
Some of the search has been fun;
Some of it has been painful.
Always I hide when I hear me coming.
I am not a secret-keeper.
If I find myself, I will surely tell.
I'm not like this