I Am

I was hollow, crafted to be a coffin for my soul. To gain the title of a "man" they demanded I pay a toll. Considered weak to have a heart so I gave up my heartbeat. Given a bottle for emotions, told "express them hardly, ever, promptly never. Close the lid if you are clever. For every tear in your eyes, we'll have you eaten alive." Terrorized, I gave in to their suggestions. Zombified, I awaited resurrection.   I was lost, with myself, had no connection. became a product of suppression,only casting misconceptions. The epitome of emptiness, nothing in the pit of me. Just another lost soul, searching for solidity. The ability to be judged, served as a restriction. On my life, it always seemed as if I had no jurisdiction. Raised to listen, but never did I try it on myself. Stopped and listened to my soul and inside I found wealth. I am caring, I am kind, I am morally inclined I am strong I am bold I am more than can be told I AM FOUND.