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I am...


I am what surrounds me.

I am the sum of the Earth.

I am more than just me.

 

I am anger, sadness, and fear and compressed into one soul.

I am the pollution of the world.

I am the media corruption, the loss of innocent minds.

I am the tears of my mother.

I am all the final good-byes.

I am the end and beginning of thoughts.

I am the tree that falls and no one hears it.

I am the road less taken.

I am the child screaming.

I am the bomb that fell in the past and the one that has yet to.

I am peace that masks the war.

I am the wounds on skin, the battle scars which taint one's mind.

I am the tears of ones who never bid farewell.

I am the emotions they are unable to tell.

I am the squatter, just looking to get by.

I am the hallucinations that occur in the middle of the night.

I am the monster under your bed.

I am the hero living day by day not recognized.

I am the false accusations in the courts.

I am the cop who lost their way from the law.

I am the misunderstood, misinterpreted, and ones with words twisted and shattered.

I am the youth that has turned inward, inverted socially.

I am an illusion of love.

I am the endangered that hide from mankind.

I am the mother with her cubs, protecting and watching with keen eyes.

I am the words they forget to say.

I am the stars falling off of the sky.

I am the forgotten promises that you shall never recall.

I am the trust that was broken so long ago.

I am the demons that fill inside your head.

I am the prisoner hoping for a second chance.

I am the ones who drowned out in the sea.

I am the injections that calm your body.

I am the animals in the shelters with days counting down to die.

I am the mother forced to surrender herself to save her child.

I am all of the clouds that hide the drones in the sky.

I am the child who only knows how to cry.

I am terror's shouts and muffled weeps.

I am the ones who fall in too deep.

 

I am the sunshine that calls out the children.

I am the laughter and beckoning calls.

I am the cool rain that in spring falls.

I am the mountains who are strong, sturdy, and fearless.

I am the stars who listen to the wishes of those who believe.

I am the children who believe in magic, baffled and amazed.

I am the joy of a baby’s first day home.

I am the moment when time stands still.

I am the doctor who cures and heals.

I am animals thriving in the wild.

I am the one with a heart as deep as the ocean yet as light as the moon.

I am a barricade that saves troops.

I am the little feet that patter on the ground, human and animal alike.

I am the peace to end the war.

I am the sunsets and rises, the reminders of a new day.

I am the way a bird sings in the spring.

I am the mysterious change of the leaves in autumn

I am a first kiss.

I am the acceptance for others not the same.

I am pure and calm.

I am those who give to charities.

I am the one holding out a hand.

I am the chain of love, giving with no desire of returned favors.

I am the light between the trees, how it spills onto the ground so graciously.

I am the paddles that shock breath into the lifeless.

I am a cool breeze on a hot summer day.

I am the scent of the flowers that blossom, that fill the air.

I am the warmth of a fireplace.

I am the company of old friends.

I am the one calling out, asking if you're all right.

I am the man on the moon that watches.

 

I am my mind.

I am what I think.

I am the air that I breathe.

I am the foods I eat and the words I speak.

I am bits and pieces of information that have been gathered and stored.

I am culture of the world.

I am the one with limited education, starving to learn.

I am the one who can build the world or let it break.

 

I am the final solution.

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