What Am I

I am that which is blind, but sees all the truth that is around me.

I am that which is deaf, but hears all the voices that haunt me.

I am that which is mute, but speaks in desperate tones.

Who am I, when the haze as been lifted and all that remains is real?

What hides under this mask that I have worn for so long?

Am I destined to remain the villain?

Have I been granted the second chance I have desired for so long?

I crumble as I rage against this uncertainty that has become my future.

The broken pieces of me scatter, mocking me, mirroring my every movement.

All around I see the failures that follow me, dragging me to doubt.

A friendly voice I do not deserve calls out.

Do I have the strength to face the evil I have made?