Who am I?

Just ask yourself

Who am I?
 
It’s a tough question for anyone when asked right on the spot. Take time to think about yourself and then ask yourself, is that the real you?

Are you the person you show off to the world or is that simply a mask to hide the real you. The you that only the silent presence of loneliness knows. Can anyone say they truly know a person?

Who am I?

I am the silent boy you see sitting in the back of the class. I am the outcast of society. I am the black sheep. I am the person with a blank look you pass on the street. I am the person you don’t even think twice about. I am nothing.

I am a writer. A poet. A story maker.

I am Skull and like I’ve said before…

I am the guy who’ll write about your death… Using your blood as ink and your skull as a paperweight.