I Am Made Of...

I am made of death, life, death again, and everything inbetween... the laughs the smiles and feelings yet to be seen... I am made of hate and anger and things that reach obscene... I am made of blood & tears and all my fears, overgrown and renamed throughout the years... I am made of culture, wisdom and background, set in stone for me to be, way before I was even born as me... I am made of what you call "poor," and others "rich." subjective from person to person, no telling where is which... I am made of girls who've played me and the girls i've played. Friends who've saved me and friends betrayed... I am made of being lonely in a world of billions, and being content in a room of one... I am made of my virginity and the day that it was no longer mine... I am made of memories subconscius, and those who harrass my mind. That is what I am made of and with that I am fine.