I am something
I have to be
Because I am not nothing
I couldn't be
Or I wouldn't be here
I wouldn't feel
I wouldn't care
I wouldn't stand
Or stare
I wouldn't breathe
My heart wouldn't beat
I wouldn't be me
But what is that exactly?
Am I just a million broken pieces
From a thousand different places
Attempting to form something?
Am I meant to learn and gain knowledge?
Because I know nothing
Not the things I want to
Not the things I've got to
When the right time comes,
I never know how
But I guess I do now
I know more than I did
When I hid away from the world
Hiding my fragile bits
So they could not shatter
But I am just shattered glass
Why not stand up
Present myself to the class
As a mosaic
Of all the things I've ever done wrong
No that would be foolish
I'm not just broken
I couldn't be
Or else I could not break further
And I keep finding new ways to do that
New ways to shatter
New ways to destroy
Myself
New ways to become
Myself
New ways to glue new pieces
Maybe I am art
Maybe I am meant to stand in a room
And be beautiful
Breathtaking
Bring a tear to your eye
After all
Good art can make you cry
No that can't be it
Art doesn't cry
And I definitely have
Maybe I am a tree
Insignificant
as my leaves ruffle in the breeze
And I watch time pass
Things die
And grow back
In new ways
But it all stays
No no that can't be it
Trees don't move
I move
I move others too
I hope I do
With words
Do these words mean anything to you?
Maybe I am a poem
Words on a page
Text on a screen
And I mean
What I want to mean
All that is seen is what I want to be seen
Maybe I am nothing
Not even a slight breeze
No no can't be that
I breathe
My lungs fill and deflate
And grow flowers inside
They thrive on the carbon dioxide I produce
Maybe I'm you
Or whatever you think I am
Maybe I can't be anything else
Maybe I can
Maybe I don't know what the hell I am
A collection of things
Found along shores
Tiny trinkets
That are shitty
And old
And useless
But at least they are pretty
To someone
