From the moment I was born
until now
my life has been a series
of frowns.
Joy intermittent, fleeting and gone
what can I do to be free
of this pain
when all I want is to be me!
Do I know who I am?
Within this life of mine?
Am I good?
Or merely divine?
What if I’m bad?
A horrible mean spirit?
That would make me sad.
I wonder…
Perhaps I am neither?
Or both
delightfully strong in pathos
and wonder?
Any which way,
This is my life.
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