What are we if
we have lost ourself
along the way of finding
ourself?
Inside each of us
buried under the masks
life makes us,
is that thing we all
ponder over.
That thing people try
desperately to let out,
to get in touch with
The pain of the soul is
greater than any pain
man can produce
DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?
Nicholas McDonough
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-prior-to-sep-26th-2002-this-date-was-when-i/
