Perspective

It vexes me so much in the process of finding out who I am in this colossal society of dissimilar perspectives.

Am I the essay I scored an A on

Or am I the SAT test I got below 2000 on? 

Am I what those strangers in restaurant complimented me on

Or am I what these girls said behind my back?

Am I the girl who stood up for someone who was being bullied

Or am I the person who spread rumours about someone else?

Am I the secrets I’ve kept

Or am I the promise I’ve broken?

Am I the nights I’ve pulled studying throughout

Or am I the paper I’ve failed the next day?

Am I the flowers I’ve picked

Or am I the cigarette I’ve stolen?