Real

I question my own existence
Weaned from the breast milk 
of doubt.
Blinded by the sunshine
of my insecurities, I stumble
Helplessly,
I ask for proof
A universal sign of my significance
Am I real?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Warren Avatar
August 4, 2012 at 6:27 AM
Real enough I would say.but what is real.cause just because we can feel emotion doesn't make us real.but what does??? Really enjoyed the poem....leaves me with tons more ??? Tho
Singleton Avatar
July 8, 2012 at 5:56 PM
Now thats a question i have asked myself...Am i real? loved it Larry :)
Taylor Avatar
July 5, 2012 at 9:21 AM
Great question, Larry. I would say yes, but then again my family says I'm UNREAL! So how do you tell? Got me? Ralph
Situation Avatar
July 4, 2012 at 6:12 PM
your real you just have to work things out.
Chakrapany Avatar
July 4, 2012 at 10:02 AM
OH .i have been searching for long to find an answer to this question .thank you for sharing .jk
Bauer Avatar
July 4, 2012 at 9:01 AM
yes! keep writing...
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