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I AM MANY THINGS


I AM selfish!, selfish because i wake up every morning wanting it all for me though none for thee because I AM conceded.

I AM narcissistic.

I AM the definition of greed.

But no, this will not become a burden because I AM deterined.

I AM confident.

I AM intelligent.

Growing up years with shouts in my eras from my own blood. His continuous talk of failure and nonsense. Who is he? Who is anyone for that matter to say who i am?

Throw me down on to the solid and crumbling road. Rejoice your arrogance with your shallow companions. For it is i who will mount on foot once again.

I will go hungry, I will go cold, I will go tired. Capitulation will i not for it is what you desire for my fate and that is not who i am.

I confess, it is true that i am human with true feelings.

Devoted to a life of betrayal, depression, and agony.

Silently painting a perfect life on an imaginary canvas. When i dream of becoming somebody who means something, my paintbrush vastly drops to the ground.

Starring into reality. i am instantly drained of all that is otimistic about myself. Impossibility has a face and i quickly shattered that dreadful mirror.

Never again will i tolerate such negativity because I AM STRONG!

Or am i weak? is this the voice inside me i fear? A voice so powerful and so capable of animosity.

I tame myslef because i realize that there is so much to this universe but...

I AM a child. Still evolving, still ignorant and still trapped under his hostility.

I see myself in the place where you could never feel empty. The place where pain and agony come together to create the beautiful curve i call a smile.

I AM passionate because i belive in love and happy endings. Is that wrong? Is it wrong that i desire the comfort of another? That a smile could speak of a thousand words and embelish a billion emotions.

I AM a believer of many things.

I AM trusting of many people; flaw of mine.

I AM the fugitive of the night when all heads lay to rest.

Ive always thought to be all these things. Then i woke up and realization has come upon me that ..

I AM A DREAMER.

 

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