Sleepless moons define themselves, sitting and watching the world stand still
as it makes the effort to prance around it
But how am I defined? I am no rock in the sky, pulling a blanket over our eyes
I am just me, minuscule girl in a bountiful world
I pack my bags, walk to school, and do what I do
Drown out the teachers, copy all the work, get the day to pass me by
But how am I defined? I don't go to school, and always try my best. I'm just me, A friend to all friends
When I can, I stay with my friends for hours, be a friend for them to lean on, a shoulder for them to cry on and be a memory for them to reminisce in
But how am I defined? I'm not the perfect friend, or have the best advice. I'm just me...a writer
And that is how I am defined.
A contest entry
- Who are you? by Shakes-spear.
5500 points, ended November 7, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I understand this well
as I do these things myself. Don't only live for your friends though as you need your wants and desires met also. Thanks for your entry into my contest, The Shaker
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