I am a wolf, brave, and running alongside with a pack...but so alone...
I am a giant burning fire inside.
I am a beautiful weeping willow; but as always, I cry.
I am dull, full no life, falling and falling...but I am someone.
I am freezing...the cold shoulders are getting worse.
I smell a stench; repulsing-it's called failure.
I will be remembered, whether for being divine or sickening; I don't know.
I will never run from the sour dreams and fears I have.
I am collapsing...deafening screams killing me...
I am the number five; so close to the beginning-I may never finish.
I would be maroon, so different; so secluded, but somehow loved by many.
I am a piano; the beauty of the music dancing quietly in circles...
I will not attack back; but I will not back down from the ugly fight.
I am a ghost-hearing everyone-trying to find my way...
I watch the world do ugly, nasty-disgusting things. I will take some action.
I am confused, I don't know whom to trust...
I am throwing my life away for the sake of the others.
I am me.
I will be me.
I am a forgotten hero.
I won't let myself watch the destruction. I won't just sit around.
I feel the thoughts in my head swimming; my eyes glazed and searching...
I am brave...I have followers; allies-I am so alone.
--**Skye~
[I had to write this for my English teacher. I don't think I like it, but I thought I would share. Every sentence had to start with I AM or I something. =P So yeah. Enjoy; comment and criticize. Thanks. ]
