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
