I Am

I am wrong in everything I try to do right

I wonder about each move I make after it's done

I hear nothing but the still water pounding on the solid concrete as I ponder everything

I see an aggravating wasteland of reality

I wan to bring it all back

I am confused

I pretend to be emotionless

I feel alone, isolated

I touch my scars, hoping to abandon all evidence that they were ever there

I worry about everything and nothing, questioning time itself

I cry myself into a deep sleep, admiring my new wounds

I am numb

I understand why I suffer

I that it doesn't matter and it all seems to disappear, but it's just hiding among everything else that haunts me in the night

I dream of nothing but my attackers

I try to stop it now but it seems impossible

I hope to numb it more but others don't approve

I am me, nothing more, nothing less