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| Who Am I? |
| Alone My soul, my heart, untouched at first Inevitably reduced to dust What I thought was stronger than stone Turned out to be brittle, deceiving my trust I look in the mirror to find an answer in The reflection that I see, but there is none The blotchy redness of salty emotion is all that remains Of what used to be full of joy – false joy? Apparent insecurities have caused certain death – Not of one’s self, but of everything one thought they had That 4-lettered word, once used with certainty, is non-existent Now I struggle for breath in this cold and lonely void The world has no pity, no mercy, and no sympathy For it is much like that void, which ironically fills, my sunny days and afternoons There is no warmth in that ray of sunlight, it’s energy sapped away Into a lost cause, I am drowning in my own tears They overflow, and I am pushed to the brink of Collapsing in a shuddering heap, something not uncommon In this lifetime. In My lifetime. The prejudice hell pursues me with Is equal to the hatred I feel for mankind I now wander alone in a cold desert of fear I am alone, for it is loneliness I am destined for No one to share, to laugh, to smile or cry with me now, I’m left to fight this battle of life on my own… Natalie Genova, 2001 |