Who is anyone?
                                                  Are they their job?
                                                          Their car?
                                                       Their clothes?
                                       I am a writer, a thinker and a doer.

                                                         I am unique.

          I am a fresh drink of water from a desert oasis when you are dying of thirst.
         I am the blanket you swaddle yourself in during a snowstorm to fight the chill.
                                               I am comfort.
                                              I am a giver and a mother.
                                                        I am an angel.

                                                     I am my own past.
                                                I am intellect and abuse.
                                                          I am scars.
                                                         I am a cutter.
                                            I am in the process of healing.

                                              I am the future of this world.
          I am the deepest, darkest, most vile secret within each and every one of you.
                                              I am wrathful and vindictive.
                                           I am the demon under your bed.

                                             I am everything and nothing.
I am  a child looking out at the world passing by and praying for a salvation I don't believe in.
                               I am an adult who was robbed of her innocence.
                                                          I am bitter.
                                    I am the taste of a penny in your mouth.
                                                    I am resentment.
                                                I am the red you see.
                                                     I am emotion.

                                                        I am love.
                     I am the feeling you are blessed with when you are held.
                                                       I am hope.
                                              I will shape tomorrow.
                                I am the light at the end of the tunnel.

                                               I am a metaphor.
                                              I am an oxymoron.
                                                 I am grammer.
                                                I am vocabulary.
                                                   I am words.
                                                  I am letters.
                                       This is my soul on paper.