I Am

I Am ..

Who am I?

Am I light?

Am I dark?

I Am curious

I Am Stark

I'm also inventive.

I'm also smart.

I do read.

I do draw.

I am creative,

and I am raw.

Who am I?

What do I do?

Do the things I do determine who I am?

Or I am I simply who I say I am?

Who. Am. I?

Am I a girl?

Am I a boy?

Or am I God's toy?

Do I react?

Do I cry?

Do I cheat?

Do I lie?

I wish I could fly..

Over all the judments of who people think I am.

Of what people think I do.

Of how people think I really act at home.

Home.

Is home apart of me?

Or did it just foster me?

Am I a mathematican's statistic?

Am I a man's submissive?

Am I a body?

Or aren't I a soul?

Do I love rings, silver-gold?

Or do I love earth, leaves, even mold.

Do I resent government?

Or do love Democracy?

Am I a hipocite?

Or am I God's greatest castrophre.

Who Am I?

I ask myself..

What a silly task.

To ask myself, what I am.

That's the job for another man. 

How can I possibly know what I am.

If I cannot even Look myself square in the face?

How can I answer?

Who Am I?

I ask you.

I know my internals- all the abstract thoughts and theories

but when you step back..

what do you call the summation?

My frustation.

I don't know.

But I know myself..

    no one knows that better.

But when my mouth is sown up like leather

My feet half eaten from the weather.

Will you tell them and I who I Am?

Will you send the message?

After having observed me for hours..

Watch me pick the flowers.

Can you let them know I'm something speacial.