'What Am I?
I Love, I Breathe, I Eat, I Sleep,
But Nothing Changes, Its Just A Fleet;
Of Sorrow And Helplessness,
Anger Unbound,
A Sadness Overwhelming,
Ever Unsound;
The World Keeps Going,
These People walk around,
But Im Just A Puppet,
On Strings, Abound;
{ What Do I Want?
Who Do I Care For?
Or Am I Just,
Another Snare Oar? }
Crimson Blood Runs Through These Veins,
It Runs For One Who Truly Pains;
I Reach My Hand Out To The One,
Whom I Need, Alone, Someone...-
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'Lying monsters are a real nuisance.
They are much more cunning than other monsters.
They pose as humans,
even though they have no understanding of the human heart.
They eat even though they've never experienced hunger.
They study even though they have no interest in academics.
They seek friendship even though they do not know how to love.
If I were to encounter such a monster,
I would likely be eaten by it.
Because in truth, I am that monster...'
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Puppets Strings,
An Enraged King;
What Am I Really?
Who Am I Now?
Or Am I Left A Shadow,
Of Hope, Knocked Down...?
Crimson Soul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-am-i-63/
