Poetry

Who I am

By Wallace - 26 July 06

Selfishly
Greedy me
where everything, everyone
directly relates to one
world revolving around the sun
Who I am

I never have a life
as much as I berate
moan and groan, deprecate

I'll never be a wife
who then can I blame?
sitting alone, every day the same

Here again in this poem
talking about myself
focusing on the shell
where cracks dwell
where parts are broken

The future is not with me
nor in my hands
the future lies dormant
without any seeds
abandoned plans

So if I never have a life
How can I complain?
Is this a shame?

Yes, I'll never have a child
but always be my own
never fully grown

Selfishly
Greedy me
I could be someone
instead I focus intently
on what I'll never be
Who I am