Who am I?
Pictures of past lives through
mannerisms
are what I see,
but they're silent and they won't
talk to me.
So, I feel full of empty memories that I would like to be connected to.
Music doesn't feel the same, because I don't know my name.
*screams* "I'm truly lost." hearing it echo into the invisible walls I've built around me.
*says* "I'm truly lost." feeling it leave my mouth with a bitter taste.
*whispers* "I'm truly lost." ...as to what
I am;
My confidence has been dissolved into more questions of why I should have any without any money.
Why would she yield for sympathy or even want it.
I don't understand.
I'm here.
What is?
Why can't I be okay
with
frustration, tears that shouldn't happen?
What am I?
human.
About the Creator
KANESHA BANKS
"There is no darkness but ignorance."- William Shakespeare
I'd like to think I'm a pretty awesome person.
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