Who am I?
Well to answer your question
I must first answer the question of what I am not
And what I am not is not what you think.
I am not one word but a chaotic collage of every word I have ever heard
Run through crowded school hallways
That I have spent too much of my young life in.
I am not here nor there, but in the frightening land of In-Between where
I am not ugly
I am not beautiful
I am not stupid
I am not smart
Everything I am not defines everything that I am
Because everything that I am is a twisted reflection of everything
I have seen.
I am the darkness inside the Monsters
Under my bed
And the kindness of
An Angel's touch.
I am a broken mirror where the cracks
Lie not in my glass,
But in the images that this World
wishes me to have.
Who am I, you ask?
I am a mirror
And so are you.
So let's dust off our frames
And build a new wall to hang on,
Because we are what we see
And what we see is terribly wrong.