I Am...

I am not what everyone thinks I am, how could you portray me to be something that I never was or never will be.

Only my abilities and the extent of my ambitious seed defines who I am but that’s still not enough to describe who I really am.

The scars and the wounds that have reflected off of my body and leaked to the ground defines who I am.

The destruction that I have created and the challenges that I have faced in this corrupt life of mine defines who I am.

I am not what everyone thinks I am, how could you portray me to be something that I never was or never will be.

Not even my parents can define me… you know how they say “who do you think you are?”

I am, who I am, but ultimately you wouldn’t understand, cause you don’t live the life  where I now stand.

It seems like judgment and conflict arises when people cant understand why people are the way they are...

Sometimes It is what it is and you are who you are

But by the end of the day, I am who I am and you will never understand.

So why do you portray me for something that I never was or never will be.

I am not him, or her, I am not this and that, I am who I am. Sometimes I try to understand me, its hard to find yourself in the deepest part of your conscious mind.

Its almost as if there is a second part of you trying to be apart of you but that you is separating from the real you its like you haven’t been acting like the real you.

You with me?

So understand I am not what everyone thinks I am… I am who I am and you will never truly understand.