Who I Am

I am who I am Not because I want to be, but because I have to be I have no name, no identity I am a blank face in a blank world There is no color, only blacks and whites When I open my eyes There is nothing that surrounds me The world is empty and silent I roam all alone with no one by my side Emotions do not exist I cannot cry, nor can I smile Because of this, I am who I am As my life carries on The days grow shorter and the nights grow longer I sit under the stars and I stare at the moon The voices mock me and the faces smirk I run, run as fast as I can No matter how fast my legs seem to go They appear to be sinking With every attempt to escape I only sink more and more I am unable to break free from my prison I am unable to see what’s right in front of me This is who I am The things that I do and the things that I say They are what define me They are what make me “me” I am molded into a sculpture that I have not made myself I am the vision of what someone else has created I try and try to sew myself back together But my needle is worn and my fabric is torn Every stitch seems to become unmended Nothing will stay in place Because of this, I am scattered across the floor I can’t pick myself up Allowing others to walk right on over me I am who I am Not because I want to be, but because I have to be I have no name, no identity I am a blank face in a blank world There is no color, only blacks and whites