Who Am I?

Who am I?
A fantasy in my thought
Story book of my mind
My web of emotion I'm caught

Is who I believe I am
The person that you see?
Am I real
Can you really see me?

I am who I decide to be
My thoughts, my ideals
That's what makes me,
That's what's real

The world and I
Don't quite Coincide
When I'm out amongst others
The real me I'm forced to hide

Pushed by social norms
What's accepted by public view
Their sight being quite narrow
Unwilling to bend to things new

So I ask again
Who is it you see?
The one I believe I am?
Can you really see me?

Beyond Puppet strings

Why do I care

It's all just a game

I'm a piece on the board

Merely a number, without a name

No peace will i find

as I'm moved from place to place

Seeking my master's approval

To see the puppeteers face

He hides just out of view

watching, not doing

giving and taking

our heartache for the viewing

He is our creator
Or did we create him
Should we really have to bow
To his every whim?

If he was what we read him to be
He would take the time to care
and look after the suffering people
His lies we unfortunately share

We are in control
Not him, no puppet strings
We forge our own path
We fly on our own wings

This world

This world has become a sickening scene
A place of selfishness and greed
Media masking the obscene
Images of children crying in need

Corruption's in the veins
A conspirator's tainted blood
Spilling innocent's in scarlet rains
A tidal wave, A flood

It's a cycle, a cycle of hate
What one has, another wants
The Greed of man is our greatest downfall
whether a country, a house, or a car

We see, We want, We HAVE to have it
Desire to be better than everyone else
rather than rejoicing in the success of those around you
do you get angry cause you haven't had the same success?
Do you feel because you aren't in the same place as someone else
That somehow that makes you less?
Why?
Why torture yourself?
You are you. They are Them.
There's a difference.
We each have our own paths to walk, our challenges to face
It's our choice whether we rise, or fall in disgrace.

Before all else, before rich, before poor
Separated into different clans
Alone we can't deny our core
We are simply Human

It doesn't have to be this way,
This isn't who we are

Birth

Birth
What's it Worth?
The start of life's Race?
Where we're all trying to find our place?
But what's the reason?
With no stopping the changing of the seasons
Every course leads to a finish line of death
That moment in the end, as we breathe in our last Breath
The life we lived flashes across our eyes
Seeing all our moments, the truths, the lies
The dreams we didn't fulfill
The goals we didn't make real
All the influence and power we gained
Lost to us now, soaked in a dying rain
Leaving the world as we came
With nothing left to our name
So again I ask, What's it worth?
Birth

Hindsight

Life created
Amongst a field of burning ash
Upon bodies of lies
Burning memories of the past

United at the start,
But soon divided
Torn between two worlds
The truth Never provided

Hindsight being
The clearest of visions
Seeing what could have been,
But what could never be.

Candlelight

A light of a candle
is only shown in a darkened room
When the light comes on,
it's worth, extinguished.
A draft from an open door,
the breath of a whispered secret
The flame gone out,
Replaced by worthless regret

A life in ruins,
Faith in liars such is lust,
Hearts bursting at the pressure,
The lives lived under broken trust.

That whispered secret,
The quietly uttered prayer,
Broke everything that was real

Noone left,
                     No one there.