Who am I,
if not me?
Who else is there,
for me to be?
If I am someone else,
I am ignorant of it being so.
If such a thing were to occur,
surely I would know?
So, I assume,
I can only be,
who I am.
And I am,
in fact,
Me.
i like it, its short but it holds so much meaning, there are too many ppl who try to be someone they are not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, kimber. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks