I Am……

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

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