When you’re not looking she makes fun of you.
But she’s shy when she goes home to her family.
When she’s at school she’s a troublemaker.
When she’s with her friends she tries acts tuff.
But all those feelings backfire, because when she is in her room and the question pops into her mind she doesn’t know the answer to…
“Who am I? ”
Written by:
Erin Reale
Not the body not the thoughts not the feelings you are the One Self who lives in the hearts of all................seek and you shall find.....John
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats the same question I get in my head to but I sometimes cant answer the question