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
Copyright © Tatianna Leachet | Year Posted 2017
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