What am I?
The one question every person wants the answer to
Are we all matter floating about in space?
Do we have a bigger purpose on Earth than to just live?
What’s the point of my existence?
These questions swim around in my mind
Trying to depict what exactly I think about myself
All the sleep I have lost over trying to become who I am
Not what society wants me to be
I am a void
But I am tempestuous
I am nervous
But I am unperturbed
I sizzle with calm flowing creeks
I burn with stormy passion
I barely utter my standpoint
But I scream loudly from the highest rooftops
I am beatific; high above the clouds
I am depressed beyond belief; sinking deeper into my own demons
I am…...a paradox