I am in lust. I'm hate,I'm love, I'm tangled.
I am amused,confused,bruised.
I am hot,cold,I am untold.
I'm undone,I'm fun,
Coming,going,I'm all knowing.
I hope,love and scar,
My head hurts and my mind is numb.
I'm hurt,jealous,envious.
I smile, laugh and taste.
I scream and dream.
I'm in a hurry, I'm lazy.
My throat hurts, can't talk.
I can't see, just leave me be.
I am disabled, not able.
Leave me in pieces.
I am all of the above and then some.
I'm tired,inspired,I am wired.
I cry ,I lie and try.
I am trying,but most of all I'm crying.
I'm fake,I'm real. It is surreal.
I feel,I don't,I won't.
I talk,I walk,I run.
I stop,I strop, I shout.
I really don't know what this is about.
How do you feel? To me it's real.
I am raw,I'm cut,I need,I bleed.
I give up,I give in,you win.
I fight,I am uptight.
I'm abstract, I react, detract.
I am dramatic,ecstatic, erratic.
.... I am knackered.