ME.

ME. 

I am who I am, no more and no less. 

I want from others what I cannot bring to myself.  

I see better in others than I do my own person. 

What have I here? 

A shell of a boy, wanting, needing for purpose? 

A child who lacks responsibility, gratifying the anger deep within? 

Groping for meaning behind the true plague of social prominence. 

I am lost and no one is my keeper, who will notice I am gone? How did I go so far? 

But all is not endgame. All is not lost, for I still have...me. 

 I still am my own being, my own person, my own thoughts, actions, feelings. 

All of which is like music to my heart and soul. The meaning of life from within. 

The meaning that shines brighter than the Sun permeating the darkest depths of a sad soul and bringing to light the true ultimatum of it all. 

I am Me.