Who am I?

Who am I? Am I that guy I once despised and kicked in the side every time he was down because I thought he was a clown. Unable to lift himself up, you could tell his mind was fucked, his only function was the deconstruction of his own thoughts letting his heart and spirit rot. A hollow shell, living within his own personal hell wondering why he would dwell in such a putrid cell full of putrid smells of his self loathing a killer in victim's clothing? No, that is not who I am. I am a man that stands on his own two feet yet is not afraid to weep wrangling his destiny giving it the best of me. Molding his future with his own two hands building lands of milk and honey , where everything is funny and even when it rains it still stays sunny...