Who am I

Can you feel it?
The cold grey light around you; the one peice of yourself you have tried to throw away, but for some reluctant reason will never spare you the greif of living alone. Even though you try your hardest, the yearning for bias temptation still ends up striking you down.

Can you feel it?
Every thought you ever had the copacity to think has vanished as your life fades across your mind once again, playing like an old record with the needle scraping lines across your grooves. Every voice you have ever heard will be screaming and eventually stun you to the point of giving into the fear.

Can you feel it?
Lost in a world that is surely damned to all hell for the wickedness of our kind and yet no one seems to notice you speak because of the simple fact that their lives are of no true relevance. Even if you are aloud enough to reach one simple-minded person, that is not to say that they will ever understand what you are trying to say.

Can you feel it?
All the hate, despisition, fear, awknowledgment, greif , and self-stricken pain, you have endured will surely some to leave its mask on you. Forever more until you be without anyone, for you do not need anyone, but then again you could be contridicting yourself because you infact want attention, and that is not going as far as saying you deserve it. Perhaps you don't; why should others waste their time on a person who is no more than human? Maybe the hole you crawled out of should quickly be filled again.

Can you feel it?
Pure silence. Nothing more calm if not to boast. You love silence don't you? You love just to hear more of it. Not to blame you. No one cares about you anyway, or maybe they do more than you think. and you are too lazy and secluded to get up and let them in.

Can you feel it?
Everyone is watching you. Isn't that what you want? After all, you want someone to be at your side, but then again being the wretch that you are, you would probably abolish them all as quickly as possible. This only for the shear fact that you are hopeless.

Can you feel it?
You let everything in, but nothing out. You mope around and wonder why you are the way you are. There is a logical term for this. IDIOCY! You care more than you show. You want everyone to love you, yet you give nothing back. You expect people to gravel at your feet and make you happy just because you are you. But, you aren't you are you? No, afterall you hate yourself so much you pretend to be someone you admire, what you are not. If you honestly think getting things your way is excellence, damn you. SHAME ON YOURSELF for being unhumble. You are human and you will always make mistakes and you will always stagger. If you honestly believe what contridicts you, SHAME ON YOU! No one will ever respect you. You find yourself while greiving inside, yet you can't see how warm hearts are. How can you choose the hole over that? SHAME ON YOU! Your heart is as ice, your mind starch. Getting through to you is not a worth while job. Yet, I do it anyway. Does that make me a better person than you. No! It makes me human. Crawl off your knees and see sunlight you wretched child. You have felt so long; you are punished. If you truly believe people don't care then smite me down now, for I care more than you have the intellect to see. You can feel me before the dawn and after the dusk, always. Now tell me you believe!

Can you feel it?
Your heart is slowly taking shape as it should be. Alas! have I finally reached common sense in the mind of an empty soul? Aye! How sure the gaze is in your eyes. So pleasant. you have filled the hole with the soot and ash of forgotten lore, and began anew.

Can you feel it?
What is it like to live?
What?
Who am I?
Why, I am you, your mind; I am what you think, what you know, and what you believe.