'Who Am I? ' Poem by Rayjean Carter

I try to understand things that aren't meant to be understood.
I try to believe in things that aren't meant to be worshiped.
I try to love things that are meant to be hated,
and at the end of the day I seem to sit back and say...
'Who am I? '

I try to be myself instead of something I'm not.
I try to follow my dreams instead of those of my instructors.
I wonder what it would be like to live instead of die,
and everyday I wonder...
'Who am I? '

I'll always love him more than i love myself.
There's never a space that needs to be filled in my heart, but an addition that needs to be built.
There's always never enough to satisfy me, but always too much to keep me content,
and i always seem to inquire...
'Who am I?

He's like the father and mother i never really had.
Dreaming about accidentally calling him 'Dad'.
I have no inspirations, only millions of aspirations.
I stick to it 'till I'm finished, not 'till the very end,
but i continue to question...
'Who am i? '