I Am

A poem I had to write for class xP

I am what I stand for,

Not what others care for,

A warrior that holds a bullet

In my bleeding heart.

I feel its pulse

And it becomes me,

Fuels my passion

As it burns through my skin

To litter the floor

And I feel my strength.

I am what others see me as

For there are two of myself,

The one that people see

And the one trapped, hidden, saved,

For another time.

I feel the weight of it's secrets

And she becomes me.

Until she is me.

Until I realize the panel separating

Us two, divided, angry shows

Aren't so definite after all

And I realize I am

Not only myself.

I am a vast universe

Made from the will

Of an overactive imagination,

The god of the reality

Born from my creation,

All I will ever be...

All I can ever ask to be.

So then,

it is what it is.

I am who I am.