I am...
I am scared, vulnerable
I am weak, shy, and cold
I have lost who I once was
Become someone I do not know
Forced into fantasized ecstasy
Somewhere amid the deafining noise of stagnant air
I am black, broken, and bruised
I am white, willful, and wild
I am the person you see with no depth in their eyes
I would like...to know what it's like to not feel pain
I would like...to be able to cry and feel the tears
I was someone you knew
I am someone you know
I am me, but not the me you call me
I am...afraid.