Young for my type

RainbowStorm's picture

Um, I am really, really new at this. Is this like a diary that everyone reads or what? I am going to plan this out like everyone is going to read it.
Story of the Day:
I am clueless
Like a baby,
I cry and bang
against
pots and pans.
Why am I
who I am?
Why am I not
you
or you?
Rainbows symbolize
everything
I am
at this moment.
Who am I?
Am I
the little girl who
lives across
the
street?
Or am I
the
man who
skateboards around
Town Square,
pants hanging low.
I am
not you, I
am not the
little girl who
lives across the
street, I am not the man
who
skateboards around Town
Square.
I am me,
only me.
No one else, just
Me.

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fox333's picture

Yeah. Everyone can read

Yeah. Everyone can read this. Since you don't know this you must be new so.... *HUGS* and *RAINBOWS* for you! :D

A man is educated and turned out to work. But a woman is educated and turned out to grass.
Pearl S. Buck

stardust's picture

It's a

journal or diary or whatever you want it to be. You can even just say hi to everybody and that's your entry. =) Welcome to Oasis.

By the way, I like your poem. Ask anyone here and they'll most likely tell you that they've had moments like that too, the 'why me' and identity crisis kind of moments.