I am full of love, yet empty.
I am smiling, and yet not happy.
I am stagnant, and yet ever moving.

I am of this world, yet alone.
I am the life of the party, and have no home.
I am a warm heart, yet it of stone.

I am discreet, yet too open.

I am who which I am.
I am all that I have ever been.
I am an enigma and a chameleon.

I really don’t know who I am.