I Am Crumpled Paper

I am the optimist, the hopeful shout into the opaque abyss that imortally echoes;

I dance irreverently and condemningly while the elders shun away;

I don't laugh at pain, I laugh with Death while we play our game of chess;

I am the fun, the party - I don't cry, I don't feel lonely, I don't have strife.

My lip bleeds, my skin turns a light purple, my eyes become wild;

I am tough, I do not cower, I push off my knees and pull my gloves to my face;

I dance around the ring this time, like a fast waltz, left jab, right jab;

I am the hero, fighting and punching - but this is the story where I die.

All I see is Death... destruction ravishes my friends and my family;

I am alone, I am lonely, I am nothing and nobody;

I have no name, no tag, no claim, I am lost and crippled;

My soul is old and damage - but I keep moving, because I have to.

I am a writer, and I become defined by the characters I write;

I encapture the personality, and I split myself into them;

I am surrounded, lonely, optimistic, pessimistic, liberal, conservative;

I am a paradox within my own mind and I love it.