I once thought I knew a life

Well I’m the first to say I thought I knew myself. Well I’m talking about me, guess what, I didn’t even have a clue of who I was or what I was all about. I didnt get it, how could I over look this? What was I becoming?I didn’t even know that. I didnt know what I was capable of.

I was full of lies, full of confusement, no control, no self-esteem. I didn’t have a care in hell. All I cared about was that my needs were fulfilled. What I wanted I had to have. Who I hurt along the way, I didn’t give a fuck. Even knowing this, I still didn’t understand who I was.

I’m just walking on the edge. Standing here on the street corner all alone. Nobody wanted to hang out with me. In fact, people didn’t want to have anything to do with me at all. If they did talk to me, they wanted me to do some fucked up shit. I mean really fucked up shit.

Who am I? What are my likes? Do I have a name? What do I like doing? Do I have a girlfriend? Do I even want one? Do I understand how to even get one? I’m here with my hands on my head, beating my head against the fuckin wall. I’m gasping for air, trying to figure out who the fuck I am.

Who am I? Where did I come from? How did I get here? Help! Tell me who I am. Please! Let me know who I am. Do you know who I am? Could you help me find out? Do you know I need help? How can I help myself? How do I start? Please help, please tell me who I am so I can be somebody.

Are you going to help me? I need your help as soon as possible. I’m in desperate need, trying to figure out who I am. Can I still, or will I even make an attempt? If I don’t death will be walking through my door. Help a man to figure out his identity. Who am I?

King is Me

by Kingisme on August 6, 2016. © Tony Medeiros, All rights reserved

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