Who Am I?

Who am I? Who are you? Who are they? I wish I knew. We all feel pain even though wounds are technically inexcusable. We patch up scars and make them functional and reusable. Oh the blood underneath these veins, the flesh antagonizes me for days. I'd poke it with something sharp if I weren't so vain. Plus looking at the imprints it would cause would drive me insane. There could be a cloudless sky but still it may rain Never judge a book maybe until you turn the page I wish I had something, someone or just maybe a it. Pain is excruciating but It's mass produced like McDonald's so I'm used to it It's the repetitive nature of it all that makes people loose a tooth or two they can't pick, swallow or chew the truth so they bottle it up and chug it like a fresh cold root I take it in and blow it out like a flute such beauty can come from ugly things that's why so many beautiful girls let their boy friends call them ugly names I spin in a circle and when I return it's all the same Who am I? Who is she? who are we?