Who Am I?
Words words, I can't get them out Pain pain, will it ever slow down? Am I alive and breathing? or is my existence see-through and fading? Do my fingers leave their prints behind? or are they lost to history and forever disguised? Do my actions impact lives? or are they stuck in a back like countless other knives? Am I good? Am I bad? Do I cheer people up after the day they've had? Am I cruel? Am I kind? Do I use people and leave them behind? All these unheard cries wailing in my head, screaming over and over Who am I? Who am I? Words words, I can't get them out Pain pain, will it ever slow down? Am I alive and breathing? or is my existence see-through and fading?
~ Stiles












