I am a fly , a mosquito that brings an agitating sound to your ears, and sleepless nights full of tears.  
I am sour taste, that changes the appearance of your face. The embarrassments that you have faced
I am your path your light, I am your torch in the night.
I am the one you lean upon when something goes awfully wrong.
I am your mother the one you seek when you feel bleak.
I am the subject in your dreams, I am the nightmare that causes your screams
I am a complicated riddle, the one that causes you to fiddle.
I am a nit in your hair, the anger in your mothers stare.
I am anonymous I am alone, I am a person with no home.
I am love, I am hate, I am the one  that causes a debate.
I am you, I am him, I am your one and only sin.
I am here , I am there , I am the one you want to share.
What am I?
I am this poem...I am a memory.