I am

fragile, easily broken, forgettable, my touch
is gentle, quiet and disturbed
like curtains rustling in the breeze, i wish
to know, to have a definite opinion,
but I don't, i simply waver
not knowing.

i wish that i could breathe,
i wish that I could say, make a mark
call something mine,
know it to be so and not live in such
a small middle, pulled in both directions,
i wish i could say i was right, except that
i am so afraid of hurting
crushing other people's feelings,
i know how it hurts, it hurts.

i am a failure. for so many days,
i longed for victory, like the strong ones
I wanted to step on one side of the fence
and shout, "this is me!"
it's not that easy, only so much
i wanted so much to be definite, sure.

i am confused, moving forward, thinking
is this really me?