Dumb poem

Who am I

   Who am i, if when i glance into the mirror i see empty eyes,

Lost long ago,

   Survival, 

     Love

       War

        Through struggle and strife, it's still.. You,

  Right?

 So,who am i, to say who i must be to pull at the yarn strain by strain,

 To run with it still in hand,

 Unravel,

 Ruin,

 Muddy,

 Who could I be, what could i see

   When i still can eat the energy,

      To talk,

 Or cry

Or be?

What am I, when i still cant deny,

 Patterns, and life, stale apathy, a guilty

Defense, pathetic,

Why would i, be so nihalistic, i know thats strained

  But so why can i only see, 

       An overdue paper

      Another crushed star

   Under their own boot, 

As they snarl, and crush 

their jaw down again,

             And

            again;

Till the self, so fragmented

Lost and wondering,

Who

Am

I.

   If not,

A burnt forest,

, a deer in headlights

  A dog,

   A spider caught in its web of lies

    A slow tick of a clock

Who am i, if not a blade of grass, in the everlasting meadows,

  Who am i, if not all of these things..

Intricate, and frightened, and malicious,

So, who

         am 

              I?

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