Who am I?
by
Nava

Who am I when I'm around?
Am I rowdy or sound?
I know I have a family,
but do I count? Really?
Sometimes I ask myself,
should I think of others? Or me, myself?
Do I have a say in what I can do?
Maybe I have to wait on what people say too.
Freedom is what I dream.
Restriction makes me steam.
How can I speak out my emotions?
If I do, I'm found either rude or heartless.
God is the only one listening to me,
While blankets are covering my face from people to see.
God loves me, but does anyone else?
Somehow I don't think so, like someone without a pulse.
My sister is so popular, bubbly and can stir,
most of my time I wish I was her.
People tell me how to act and behave in different ways,
Who is the person I've been living all these days.
I'm confused deep inside,
People don't know how I feel because my emotions are what I hide.