(Written 5 June 2018)
Who am I
that I should walk through fields of color
without abandon,
without worry,
without care?
Who am I
to breathe this air,
to feel the leaves beneath my tread,
when someone better could enjoy it instead?
Who am I
to take a stand,
when someone else would have the upper hand?
Who am I
to question me,
to look in the mirror and see
someone not worth believing?
someone not worth the space
the time,
the energy?
Who am I
to judge myself purely by my mistakes,
my flaws,
my very thoughts?
There is not a man
on this Earth
who is able to decide
where his value lies,
or answer the question,
'who am I?'
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Drabbles and One-Shots
RandomHere is a collection of short stories, one shots, and other drabbles/pieces of my writing. This is fanfiction friendly, and I encourage requests. Below, you will find a list of shows, movies, and books that I will write fanfiction for. I am willing...
