Who am I?
I'd like to know myself.
Apart from knowing anyone else.
My time on earth has been spent on others.
Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, and brothers.
Time for myself has been foolishly spent.
Not even worth one red cent.
Searching, waiting, patiently to find.
Who I am, mean spirited or kind.
I do know who I wish not to be.
Someone, anyone other than me.
The darkness and void that consumes my life.
Fills me with bitterness, turmoil, and strife.
No-one can understand my well-hidden pain.
Lest they be marked as utterly insane.
Who am I?
I'd like to know myself.
Apart from knowing anyone else.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Who am I?
I'd like to know myself.
Apart from knowing anyone else.
My time on earth has been spent on others.
Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, and brothers.
Time for myself has been foolishly spent.
Not even worth one red cent.
Searching, waiting, patiently to find.
Who I am, mean spirited or kind.
I do know who I wish not to be.
Someone, anyone other than me.
The darkness and void that consumes my life.
Fills me with bitterness, turmoil, and strife.
No-one can understand my well-hidden pain.
Lest they be marked as utterly insane.
Who am I?
I'd like to know myself.
Apart from knowing anyone else.
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