Who am I, what am I really. Do I even know myself?
Am I just that spoilt rich kid, overcome with wealth?
Maybe I am that label; perhaps I’m a selfish brat
Or you might be the antagonist, who crushes my ego flat
I don’t always make the right choices, who are you to judge?
Why do you seem to mock me and hold that crushing grudge?
What is you know and take pleasure in hiding from me?
Tell me the truth and stop hiding away. Let my insecurities free.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014