Who Am I?

        

 Who Am I?


I often ask myself this question, i want to know what kind of woman I have become.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see that mischevious girl from sixth grade.


I am still innocent,
I am still untouchable,
I am still pure,
I am the woman i want to be.

To Love and to know,
this is what matters the most.
Myself, my whole,
i can feel i have no soul.

I get interrupted and i am no more...