Am I?

I dare to see into the future. So many mistakes that I'm not ready to make; So many lies and so many times. Will I cry? I see into the prism of the past. So many ways I could have made it better; So many things. Memory stings. No matter what I do, I damn myself to who I am. No matter what I choose, Just one more hole inside my soul. I am the sum of what I've been. Who cares that I have no control? I see inside the moment The fractured crystals of a broken dawn. The ways that I have gone Have led me into who I am. What chaos drove this fate to claim my soul? What emptiness perceived that I was whole? So many days that I have left to prove that I exist; So many ways to say that I am gone; So many seconds of contradiction to let my self confound into itself. Who am I to say that I should end? Who am I to know that I could e'en begin to know who I am; To judge myself unworthy of my soul; To say into the darkness of the night "Goodbye, creater of my conscience, whole. I'm here for greater purpose than to feel and to be felt. I'm here to leave this rime and rust; To leave this ashen crust of existence; To see into the soul that I have made; To be swallowed into the fated oblivion I have destined for my soul." Who am I To be?