I Am....

I am ....

That's the thing I don't know

As I sit here and write this poem I try so hard to find myself

As a child I used to be happier, careless, and selfish

Throughout my past I've been blinded to the reality that my father never wanted me

Left even before I was born, don't even know if he remembers me

Feeling so distraught, life is surrounding me 

I am...

A vessel with nothing inside of it

I guess its hard for me to admit it 

Let my unfolding be silent like a startled cricket

Who Am I? Don't know just give it a minute

I am...

A writer, keeping my pen moving even when time stops

Keeping my mind wandering so that these words dont stop

Keeing my actions a secret so i keep some eye drops

Keeping everyone wondering who i am like the moment before the beat drops

Have to distract myself before my tears drop

I am a mystery to myself and others

I am a guide for all my lost brothers 

I know the feeling, wanting to hide under the covers

Thorughout all this I still try to get out of the gutters