Who am I?
I'm a.. person.
A person of fragments and shards.
Who's personality is loved for portions.
Never the whole.
They always want the sarcasm,
The relatable edgy teen.
They don't want bubbly,
Playful or sad.
They want the side of me that holds no strings,
The one they can drop once they're tired.
They want the side that laughs,
But never too loudly,
They want the side that plays
But never too long.
Lest I be annoying to them,
Or some other negative they'll create.
Too long playful, I'm an annoyance,
Too long caring, I'm clingy.
I'm a soul shattered to pieces,
Who wants to be free.
He's the only one who can stand all of me.
The only one who hasn't made a "too long"
He loves all of me, and for that I'm relieved.
Though, he's the only one to let me be me.
So who am I?
I'm the soul who's personality is in fragments,
Shown to those at only a glimpse.
For if it's shown too long,
I'll be tossed aside,
Hated, unloved.
Who am I?
Someone who can't speak their truth.
Who has a thousand things to say,
Yet always has to hide.
I'm the one who is there for everyone,
But rarely has someone in return.
The one who wishes,
But is never heard.
Who am I?
I'm the one who fell in love.
Who turned to find the sun, but instead found the moon.
For I was his sun, and he, my moon.
Yet, I digress, for he's my starlight, my moon, my sun.
The one who's defended me more than anyone.
I love him, and he loves me.
So really, who am I?
The one who hides,
The one who shows.
The one who never really knows who they can be,
Lest they be judged for a certain part of me.