Who are you?

Write something they said, but the answer to three simple words is far more complex than any other, when you try to answer: who are you?

So I’ll start off easy, with the things that I know.

I am a girl. Have been since birth. With curly brown hair and twinkling eyes that seem to be green, but their colour isn’t always clear. I am rather short, but I’ll have you know that I’m just fun-sized. I cuddle with stuffed animals; I am not ashamed that I can act like a child, because, if the shoe fits…

I like to laugh: and it’s not a hard thing for me. I am a black belt in taekwondo. I play the flute and get lost in its music. I sway to romantic songs. I write with the blood that bleeds out from my heart with passion.

I dig parts of myself out from my core and pour them into a poem, until the words before you show you who I really am.

The hard part about who you are is not the surface, but what lies beneath the skin in your very soul. So here it goes…

I am fragile. A single look will shatter my heart. I see the world in vision clouded by anxiety. I fear for the lives of my loved ones when they aren’t by my side.

I love girls and boys and so many in between, but you’ve never heard of polysexual, so I don’t tell anyone but myself of my true identity. And the hate and ignorance of others make me question even my most passionate beliefs, to the point where I feel invalidated in my own skin.

You ask who I am, but sometimes even I don’t know the answer.