Who Am I


Who Am I
I need to step back from myself and realize who I am
Some days I feel on top other days I feel miniscule to
Who I am. With no fatherly hand to guide me
On this journey called life his past will come to haunt me
No recognition of self can hurt my future in many ways,
Depression for days, visions of the coffin where my body lays,
Ongoing issues in my head that replays, pain, suffrage, agony,
but anyways.

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