I am not broken
I am still whole
I am no hero
And I bear a tainted soul
But I am no thief
And I am no King
I am no genius,
And I have lost my wings.
I am no wizard,
No God,
No beast,
And I chose not to worship one single priest.
I am a child,
And an old, weathered tree,
I study the Universe
But I choose not to see
I am the Best and the Worst,
I am a bringer of pain,
I am the Boss
And it is I who has control of the reins.
I am scared and cowardly
And I will bow to my enemy
I will kill in their name,
Though I can't guess their identity.
I am a Crier of Joy,
My tears make the ocean,
But I drown in the waves,
Tossed about by emotion.
I am a warrior of good,
And I stand for what's right,
If you hurt those I love,
You should flee from my bite.
I am proud and stubborn,
And I resent traitors,
I hide my jealousy
By saying I'm greater.
I am a mystery to gods,
I am confusing and crippled,
Yet to myself,
I am boring and simple.
WHO AM I?
I AM MANKIND.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Thoughts
Poetry~technically, every day is leg day when you're running away from your problems~ ((alternatively titled: please enjoy my laughable poetry.))