I Don'T Know Who I Am

I don’t know who I am I cannot decipher my worth From seeing the curve of my lips, Feeling my lavender tresses, Or listening to the the thoughts festering in my mind. However, I am pushing through the mist fogging my motivation My art is seen by the eyes of others, Instead of being kept hidden from the world I will know who I am I will look at the way my wrists move while I paint, I will listen to every melody that plays through my head, And I will look at the curve of my lips While I tell my stories to the stars, Hoping that my words echo onto the clouds And remain written in the sunrise for all to see. Then maybe I will finally know who I am.