Who am' I?

I got a headache today

Bled once, bled all the way

Pocket full of pills and head filled with lust!

Did I leave you in disguise?

You should have stayed realistic

I’m just an unstable sadistic

Trying to detach what I can’t feel

Pouring poison in wounds that can’t heal!

 

Counting numbers that don’t comply

It only equals zero, so what am’ I?

Today it feels like my heart bled out!

Pumping out blood filled with doubt

Instead of letting my future stand

I bury my head inside the sand!

But I guess that a debatable content

To any malcontent

I’m searching for any solution

But all I find is a convolution

Shade some light on your defection

Because everything sounds like confection

Looking for any direction

That doesn’t lead right back to my reflection

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I try to walk a mile

 In this tragic dark

I’m in denial

To find the end when I lost the start!

 

Paper skin

Marked with distain

Try to Pretend

That I’m not in pain

 

Looking through this mist of confusion

Everything feels like a lie

Running into another dead end is just the conclusion

So who am’ I?

Reviews

[Darruesh Eetraydes]

Thats really deep, and it makes me think that I don't know YOU! Just kidding little brother, but you worded this brilliantly

[phonetixs]

this was arranged in a thought provoking manner, i read it was 'wow' at the end. this was brilliant on multiple levels.

my favorite part:
Counting numbers that don’t comply
It only equals zero, so what am’ I?
Today it feels like my heart bled out!
Pumping out blood filled with doubt
Instead of letting my future stand
I bury my head inside the sand!
^this painted so many different images in my mind. clockwork orange meets up with the wild safari down a coronary vein.

lies are rampant in this society - and it shapes our environment. so do we really know who we are? you worded this poem with diction and intelligence.

brilliant work.

[Poeticpiers]

clever use of words asking the unanswerable question.Only you can define who you are. You present your thoughts in free form prose in such a way you make your readers think about who and what they are