For My Ignorant Individuality

Who am I for myself?

Am I a rusty nail lyng in a forgotten corner;

Am I a questionable counselor only brought to life by the need of comfort;

Am I a lazy maid whom only works to prove she works;

Am I a chipped support beam only brought into fruition by the presence of others?

Who am I for me?

Only me.

Am I a dim candle only lit when there is someone in need of light?

Am I an observer only relevant when others are to be seen?

Who sees me?

Who is my observer?

No sight to motivate me but my own

I ignite myself when left unlit

I cleanse myself when left alone

I observe myself in the omniscient to feel the warmth that is to be seen,

To be known.

Is that enough?

Definitely not.

Am I selfish for such thoughts?

Probably yes.

But how else am I to stay hidden and free?