This is me. the person who is stuck in the body of the person labeled as Kiana. who am i. that is my very own question. would i be a different being, person if my parents named me something else.?.
I always thought i would find myself when i am left alone. away from society. but now i know. i know i am so dependent on society. i needed my name. i need to be defined. who will i allow to define me? when i die. who has died?
I've come to understand this quote: "happiness is when shared." who will i share my happiness with. who will be by my side at all times. who. who. ?
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