WHY AM I NOT WHAT I AM?

I am

A living shadow

Shadow of myself

“Look on

The brighter side!”

“...I don’t wanna die.

The sun

It will kill me, so

Hide in heart’s mellow.”

WHY AM I NOT WHAT I AM?

I am

An artful cast clay

Vase, a pain bouquet

Good, yes

But nothing like the

Artist who sculpted me

Fragile

Cr Ac K myself to bits

Goodbye, will to live

WHY AM I NOT WHAT I AM?

This, I

A human being

Pro slinger trebuchet

Throw stuff

“Have my opinions.”

Though sometimes livid

Yet I

Will never be big

As the words I say

WHY AM I NOT WHAT I AM?

Look, there

See self reflected

Reflection on reflection

So many

Selves, I am many

The many of myself

My eyes

Ever searching for(ever)

That original

WHY AM I NOT WHAT I AM?

I am

A simple parcel

Of what I aspire

Hopes, hopes

Through wishes and dreams

Nightmares, presently

Myself

Too often found to be

My own worst enemy

WHY AM I NOT WHAT I AM?

~Cotton Candy