Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

A confused being existing in this realm and not,

Living only as far as breathing, eating and drinking;

With a functional brain that is continuously thinking.

I think therefore I am but am I?

Who am I?

I walk around in this reality and with people I interact.

I do this without feeling and my words are always exact.

Frozen internally without any warmth in my beating heart;

Not whole but broken with time, missing an important part.

The part making you who you are and leaving me wondering who am I.

My reflection lends no clues to this enigmatic riddle that’s haunting me.

Twisting thoughts in my head blurring this reality;

This time, this place, that I am suppose to belong.

Repetitiously playing in my head like a forgotten song;

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm who am I?

There is a voice that screams at me in my sleep loudly in my head.

Asking if I am suppose to be here or am I suppose to be dead.

Am I a just a residual of a life that has once lived?

That’s given all in this world that it could possibly give;

Am I? Who am I?

Could it be that I am a flame that somehow has been smothered?

Choked and extinguished by the constant demands of others;

Waiting for a flicker to ignite my internal flame;

That will warm this fateful heart and burn away the shame.

Leaving me to rise from the ashes like a phoenix in the sky;

I am pondering, constantly pondering the burning question who am I?

Lia