identity / 21.03.19
who am I?
my chest works,
pulling in air
to breathe and yet
I feel funny.
suffocating, I can not
love myself.who am I?
my heart beats,
thumping rhythmically
in my chest.
I feel claustrophobic.
contracting, I can not
understand myself.and who am I?
body is fully functional
but yet, I feel insane.
nothing about me
makes any sense because
I do not comprehend
what makes me.I do not know
who I am and I
do not know why.who am I?
for maybe I do
not exist in this world.
incapable, unloved
by myself.what am I to myself?
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We Came From The Dark Ages
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Please note, I'm an amateur and am constantly editing my pieces. This is here to get my work out for others to read. If you have any suggestions for poets to check out, please feel free to let me know :)