I often wonder who am
How people view me
Am i beautiful or just ordinary?
A plain figure or an exquisite master piece

How do I find myself in this big world of everything and nothing
I know what I like
and I even know a few things that I hate
But what actually defines me?

I can be an astronaut, soaring through the sweet creamy Milky Way.
Even though I want to be an artist with the finest penmanship.
A marine biologist, maybe a mother, a wife even.
But does all this define me?

I want to be loved
I want to be held
I want to be cared for
But how can all this tell me who I am?