I am earth
I am snow
I am ashes
I am my parents' memory
Of hiding from a tornado
When I was a baby
I am politically incorrect cosplay
I am compliments about my features
I'm recognition
I'm mystery
I'm a layered concept
Of power and grief
I'm a liar
Words filled with truth
No one's called me out on it
No one's told me otherwise
I'm recognition
I'm mystery
Heavy implications
To an unimportant confusion
Pain and pain and pain
And suffering
And nothing
I'm the obvious answer
When there is none
