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I am happy. I am sad.
I am good. I am bad.
What am I?
Not food. Not Cloth.
Not pan nor pot.
I can feel. I cannot.
I can speak but not talk.
What am I?
Not insect. Not spider.
Yet treated like either.
I can see. I am blind.
Just what is wrong with my mind?
Can you not see? Can you not tell?
I wish to be released from this eternal hell.
I am trapped in this cell.
Like a cub without a mother. Here I remain and suffer.
What am I?
Do I exist? Or do not?
Just how long will I rot?
Here I stay, locked away in storage.
Within the back of ones mind I lay dormant.
Unnoticed. Unwanted. Unloved.
Is this how it should be?
Is this what you wanted for me?
I loved you and this is how it ends.
I can love. I cannot.
I have blood. I lack a heart.
I am skin. I am bone.
I am water. I am stone.
...Who am I...?
- by Cola the Dork |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/03/2011 |
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- Title: What am I?
- Artist: Cola the Dork
- Description: Just something I had written very late at night.
- Date: 04/03/2011
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