To come from the line of a man who tamed the snakes
Gazed into the fire
And breathed life into wombs of women
Dying to be the shell
Broke down plants till they became medicine
Healed the hands he touched,

And what am I but a vessel of his life,
A broken one?
His blood must have ran right through me
Like the monotony of a lecture
In one ear and out the other

Sunburnt skin, I’m on fire.
Dripping in the sweat of my old self.
Always chasing after something to sink into
rather than facing the smashed mirror,
shattered out of anger,
I was aiming for myself.

Thunder clap of glass,
startling blow to my right cheek.
I think to myself-
straight teeth, fuller smile.
Crystallizing bright white,
everyone loves a fake happy, right?
I search for the sticky ruby red,
but soon realize that plastic can’t bleed.

-Who am I if I can no longer feel a thing?

Who am I?
I think to myself all the time.

I want to be someone.
But how do I figure that out?

I have this dream.
But is that who I really am?

How do I know?
I feel lonely and
Scared.

Life is a clock.
Keeps moving
Never stopping.

One day.
I will be left behind.

While the world moves on.
Slowly, but
Surely.

Steady.
But I am not ready
For the universe

To see me
For who I am.
Who I want to be.

I am frightented
To challenge myself.

Monotonic movements.
Day by day.

Feeling low.
Drunk on daydreams.

When will I feel whole?
When will I be...

ME?

Where did that me go

All of the darkness
All of the pain
Kept it all inside
Each and every day

Never learned to love
Never learned to care
Never learned to be happy
Pretended to fit in
Every single day

Just a depressed soul

Where did that me go

I never want to know
I just pray he stays away forever
Never to return

But if that me is gone
Who am I Now

I am my hands and my feet
My arms and my legs
My torso and my spine
I am my eyes and my lips
My ears and my skin
I am my brain and
I am my heart
But who am I?

The thing
That I've been wondering about
Is why I am so different
Different when with different people

One day I can be this nice girl
So thoughtful
So loving
So introverted

The other day I cannot recognize myself
I am everything that the nice girl from yesterday despises

So the question is
Who am I?

When you come to a point in life were your lost Who am I Why do I have to be categorized in one group. Why cant I be diffrent to each person I encounter Why do we want to be accepted and understood

Sexuality 
My sexuality has always been a issue for me. When your taught to be innocent and lady like but your really trying to stop yourself for wanting to be ****** by 2 men. Who am I
When your taught that being overly ****** is wrong So you start to think it is wrong.
Then your told that your not being true to yourself because your not letting certain ****** desires out
But wait who am I
I was alway taught that being overly ****** was wrong So now it's wrong for me not to let certain ****** desire out
It's all come to a point were your so lost in the sauce Society says as a women your suppose yo behave a certain way My mother tells me no man want to marry a **** 
Why do having certain ****** desire has to categorize me as a ****
It all come to a point were your overthinking everything. You get so lost in your thoughts that you forget who u are
Then you stop and have a revolution 

I know who I am I'm ****** controlling, submissive  independent  intelligent crazy emotional depressed (at times) happy loving and caring 
You cant group me in one category I have such life in me that by putting me in one category would lessen your experience of getting to know who I am