"identity"

Gentle, mild, and meek. Human-strong and weak. A mask to hide away the pain. Hard to live with shame. Good person, good friend. A ? mark; never seen through to the end. Chivalry is dead and so is the “good Samaritan” act. In this world today, it’s a true, proven fact. Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive. If I want things to get better for me, hope burns on the inside. Reserved and I move at my own pace. Steady and slow, less consequences to face. This is my life; pathetic as it is. It’s the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers or his. I know who I am. I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned. So if u ask me, “Who are u and what I am? I’ll smile and say, “For I am Poetry!” Profound, misunderstood, and a lifelong mystery.