I am

A poem written when things got a little too overwhelming. Sometimes people want you to be so many different things...

i am you
i am me
i am everywhere
and everything
i am him
i am her
i can be something else
if you'd prefer
i am a 3 year-old's coloring book
where nothing makes sense
choosing colors at will
with no pretense
i am a blank white page
waiting to be writ
i am a dark black hole
where nothing exists
i am surrounded
and alone
i am a house
that's not a home
i am a book with no ending
i am a mountain with no peak
i am standing in line
awaiting my turn to speak
but no one will hear me
or if they do they won't care
and i already know
that life isn't fair
so color me happy
with a smile on my face
and write the words into my mouth
on that blank white page
throw everything else
in that hole black as night
'cause i'm laying down my gloves
and giving up the fight

Author's Note

I am aware there is a lack of capitalization and punctuation in this piece. In fact, you will find that in many of the poetry pieces that I post. I feel that if it does not specifically enhance the work, it simply doesn't need to be there.
Also, often times the point of my writing is not to be grammatically critiqued, but simply to express an emotion.

Reviews

[maurice_forgets]

I like the metaphor of the coloring book. This piece feels like a bit of catharsis, and nothing wrong with that.


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