I am Both
I am held together,
I melt away.
I am the voice that speaks for pay
I am at a loss for what to say.
I am the day, I am the night
I am the peace; I am the fight.
I am the love, I am the hate
I am on time, I come in late.

I am the good, I am the bad
I am the real, I am the fad.
I am with you, I am alone
I am the sewer, I am cologne.

I am the rich, I am the poor
I am the nun; I am the *****.
I am the door, I am the wall
I am the big, I am the small.
I am the doubt, I am belief
I am the long, I am the brief.
I am the servant, I am the king
I am the mute, I too can sing.

I am the mansion, I am the shack
I am the plenty; I am the lack.
I am the truth, I am the lies
I am the laugh; I am the cry.

I am the bitter, I am the sweet
I am the win, I am defeat.
I am the up, I am the down
I am the smile; I am the frown.

I am the calm, I am the strife
I am the death; I am the life.

I am the two of all we see,
Both good and bad we come to be.
When the finite's in eternity,
Both good and bad reside in me.

Because I am the fire, I am the snow
I am holding on; I am letting go.
I am satisfied, I am discontent
I am the sender; I am the sent.
I am the foe, I am the friend
I am the start I am the END.

I come from high hopes and dreamy thoughts,
that nightmares consume,
I come from habits I have killed and buried deep,
that later appetites exhume.

I come from selfish fathers dead and gone,
yet they live a call away,
who see me as a plaguing weight from old mistakes,
still making them to pay.

I come from misunderstanding,
from confusion on what’s real,
I come from drugs that dull my heart,
lest I should come to feel.

I come from pulling plungers back,
to fill up my syringe of pain,
I come from hating what I do each day,
yet I won’t stop, you need experience to explain.

I come from lonely cells and useful friends,
that I don’t even like,
I come from gifts I sold for drugs,
whether an ipod or a bike.

I come from deceptions, cheating lying smiles,
that conceal and hide my plan,
I come from rooms of crowded tombs,
of dead and dying men.

I come from despair that I can’t bear,
seeing no safe way to eject,
I come from a place who knows the peace,
my cravings just reject.

I come from hurting hearts and feigned laughs,
and struggle just to say,
“This too shall pass, it’s not the end,
I won’t be left this way.”

I come from misplaced affection,
and the corresponding guilt,
I come from a town, that grinds me down,
that destroys the good that has been built.

I come from regret and the fearful sweat,
that gathers yet upon the brow,
I come from a place, I would leave with haste,
if I could be in anywhere but here.