I do not know myself, The way the ocean knows the sun sets at dawn Rising with waves that hold riots within. Not in the way that the moon knows the stars Full of stories that go back for centuries Continued down the line of our ancestry. I know my soul cries out in rage But the voice just won't speak when it is fearful Sitting in silence. bathing in the opinions of outsiders Who only know I lie through my teeth. They don't see that my heart is too scared to show truth, Or that my voice is ripped away from me, As soon as my soul wishes to reap your ears with its pain. I do not know myself the way birds know their songs While they chirp a wondrous bliss for all to hear, A conversation through a melody no one understands. Not the way that the storms knows the thunder Thrashing down from the sky in a rage Destroying all that comes too close to its clash. I know who I want to be, A legend in history books. The girl who made such an impact That other people wish to know themselves, In such the way I want to know myself. I know I have a long journey, Full of destruction and growth. And right now, even though I'm terrified Searching for something that is unknown to the eye, There is a beauty in not knowing who I am Because then I know that my story has only begun. So in total honesty, I do not know myself. At least, not yet.