I am afraid of what might be,
storms raging beneath blue skys
and bluer eyes...
a constant reminder that the future
is always just beyond my grasp...

I am depressed, when my heart is screaming for happiness,
and I'm watching the autumn rains fall
with a mix of satisfaction and longing,
knowing what was can never quite be again,
the vase of hope dropped once too often.

I am the philosipher in a world in which only I can understand,
I walk the seas of this fruitless motion,
the winds no stranger to bending 'round me
but still always trying to throw my course...
even after the rules are set in nothing anymore...

I am more evil than you.
Tried and true,
without it, I'd be lost though...
fighting wars uphill simply to get by
and never quite winning anything but heartache.

I am stronger than before...
the lessons learned and seared into my soul,
the pain of it always there to let me know I'm alive,
and to tell me in its own way
that I have to go on without it.

I am sorry for what I have become,
a fake tyrant, the masquerade forever
my own playground where you'll never step foot...
but I always see you out of the corner of my eye,
waiting for me to come back to what's real...

I am...willing to make myself better day by day,
and through the tides of war and lost love,
I ride the waves of existance, every moment
making me more than what I ever dreamed I could be,
but endlessly taking my time, and I never earn enough.

I am entering a place where my heart is in the middle of a raging storm...
but I see the eye of the typhoon, the glory and the hope
in that shining silver lining, and a recess, if only momentary
from the pain and uncertainty that love and life can bring,
and I know, just by that...that there is always more.

I am not a child, not an adult, just stuck in between...
Because of it...I understand, but don't grasp
The hurricane that floods my soul, and
The drowning rain of tears I keep feeling close in...
Even when better days are on the horizon.

I am a clench-fisted, shut-eyed flurry of butterfly punches waiting to flutter away into the wind,
Simply wanting to float off from the darker waters,
And the waves that follow from all angles
Try as I might to turn them with my
Miniature gales of feather-light fury.

I am...the forgotten pieces of every human being gathered together for a single moment,
Every scrap of love and hate,
And every single tear that was shed
And for that strength I can bend the storm itself,
Even if it is only for that one moment.

I am the venomous patron of wrath.
From my aerie above the rains
I watch the fears of those drowning in
My own sorrows with a purified sense
Of love, hate, misery and longing.

I am life's masochistic indulgence,
Existing only to drink the pain of others,
And to bleed it back as falling rain
So that all will see and all
will bring their sorrows.

I am a forsaken hero of the night,
Drawing all I can away from the storms,
And trying in vain to find my repentance
By creating false salvation from the rain,
The sorrow, the hurt and the fear for all but myself.

I am an undeserving lover,
Emotions and thoughts cast along the waves
To find the one that will love me,
But always in vain,
For my only love can never know...

I am the Avatar of Creation,
Formed against the waves of life itself,
I stand as a tribute, a lasting example
Of the God…and gods that let
The storms rage on.

I am painfully selfless…
Giving my all to others to see
Them through the hurricane of sorrows,
Offering and allowing until I have nothing more
Save for my own heart…the only thing I can’t give.

I am words written on a page,
The ink dried and solid, even through the storm.
What I say upon the parchment is for me to know,
A message to once-lovers and the
propagators of the endless Torrent.