Who am I?
Who am I?I don't know
But maybe you can help me see,
I can only tell you what I'm not
and who i'm trying to be.
I am NOT my errors
the ones that loom at night,
the cussing,the smoking,the drinking
the never ending fight.
I am NOT my sorrows
nor my everlasting pain
derived from coffins and headstones
because life is just a game.
I attempt to be my color,
the voice of the oppressed,
but how can I speak,
with a noose around my neck ?
I aim to be joyful
the epitome of glee
but the strained smiles and laughter
are slowly killing me.
Who am I ?
I don't know
but I'm sure you can't help me see
because the answer to this question
only lies with me.