7
January
2009
January
2009
The Isolate
I am who I am,
But perhaps I am not
Who you think I am,
But something other than
What I am.
Perhaps I am not
Who I think I am either,
But built perhaps
Upon foundations constructed
Unbeknownst to me
By forces beyond
The internals of my flesh,
By powers such as
Parents and teachers,
Affected in such a manner
As to be invisible to me.
The what of what makes me tick,
Contributes to the overall ticking
Leading up to the explosive ending.
I am what I am,
But perhaps I am not
Who I, nor you, thought I was




















