An evaluation of myself

When you don't have anyone to cry for help to

you become violently selfish with your own tears 

You become a shadow of someone else

You laugh when you should not have to laugh

you cry far too often and you smile too little

And when you do smile, your reality quickly supresses 

any reason you had to in the first place

What defines power?

Is it that,

you know who you are,

so when people ask you who you are you tell them

and when their heads slowly nod, mouths agape, as if they were unsatisfied 

because you told them you were an artist

is it that you never question yourself?

How could you not question yourself?