Perplexed Identification

Virtually nobody, I am pain, sorrow, shame, and hopelessness.

Brightness radiates off a shallow vessel rotting inside, but supposedly, a sweet aroma fluctuates around the area;

I have yet to sense that.

Look at it.

Potential, goodness, and ‘love’…..love, another topic.

However, the truth comes from the inside, and the truth is rather grim.

All those observations equal truth, but the real sight hidden behind positive imagery is selfishness.

Potential.

That is the real truth, as an object is not valued by its personal worth, but rather its worth to the one holding it.

That is truth.

Nobody will ever know the truth as an object cannot speak for itself by definition as it contains no life.

The helplessness suffocates, and in that last desperation death or fight bursts out to claim victory.

What about when fight ceases to exist?

Who am I?

Instead of who, what would be a better choice.

What am I?

Clearly not a person as a person is recognized and can communicate, interact, and the like. But I am not a who, but a what.

What exactly, what?

What is the name for what I do, take, think, and say.

I suppose it is up to whoever takes ownership of the gadget.

For I do not think… at least that Is what he revealed.

I do not speak truth… at least that Is what he declared.

I know I Am stupid, at least that Is what they mentioned.

I cannot to do this nor that. That Is what she instructed.

My responsibility is this. That Is what she announced.

But one told me everything different,

I think, I speak, I am Intelligent, all choices are mine….

But that cannot be right….can it?

Only he said that. Only … him.

So what am I, really?

Your lie.

A fluid expansion, Hurricane Katrina.

Your lie is my truth as your description is my definition.

I willing accept because it is truth.

I Am stupid to your ignorance and I lie about your truth because I refuse to accept it.

However, my expression of thought cannot simply shrink to your size and no words emphasize

True thought.

You instruct, “You need to do this and You need to do that.”

You are entirely correct as You do need to,

but not me.

Why oppress this growth of colossal power because you lack sufficient area to contain it?

Because it Is Not yours.

Forevermore stupidity, intellect, and every opposing side will be me.

Feel free to define what I am,

But painlessly ask me

What I am.

It will disclose Who actually is standing before you.