Misery... I'm unable to see...

You can ask me question after question,
You'll never get a straight answer.
From this hole of misery I live in,
Some people maybe able to understand slightly.
But I can tell you now,
They won't be able to fully.
Unless they were me.
Unless they looked through my eye's,
Walked with my feet,
Thought with my brain,
And felt with my heart.
Some might say I'm cold,
After being me for a day.
Some might say I'm scared,
Everyday of my life.
Some might even say,
I'm a monster of some sort.
Not a average monster though,
Not one to always fear.
Only sometimes I guess.
Then again,
Some might say I'm just a kid.
Going through changes and growing up.
If you asked me what I thought I am exactly.
I wouldn't be able to answer your question,
I'd have to answer my own.
And I haven't figured out how to answer it just yet.
It's been an adventure trying to find me,
The rides still going.
I'm not sure if it's ever going to stop.
I'm not really sure what I think,
Do I even think at all?
Or is it someone else doing the thinking for me,
Because he doesn't sound like me.
He sounds kind of freaky to be honest.
So anyone's guess on who I am,
Is as good as my own.


The book of Nikali - #1 poem
9/10/2011
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Nik.J.Tucker