Who Is Me?

Who is me?
Me is somebody I’m just discovering.
Through these words.
Through the movements.
Through the writings, the doodles, and drawings.
I’m slowly revealing who I am.
Most don’t see it, but I know it’s there.
Each thing I write exsposes the real me.
Inside.
I’ve locked her up and set her aside.
That’s the real me,
Screaming behind a wave of fake splashes.
She comes out with written words.
That’s how I know me inside. little kid, mature teen, body adult.
I don’t know yet.
The real me is chained away and showing threw these lines and paragraphs.
I can’t wait to meet her.
Someday.
Someday.