to who I am not,
to someone I don't want to be.
I take time, effort and pride
to be who I am,
to be someone I want to be.
Who am I?
Unblinking, I wound and scar
flesh and soul
that doesn't belong to me.
I pause a hundred times,
think and ponder
when the flesh and soul are my own.
Who am I?
Unadulterated, I perceive
my conscience to be
and blame someone.
I am caught in a web of vanity
when accountability
is spelled as 'me'.
Who am I?
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