I am.

A questioned posed:

"What are you?"

A question answered:

"Excuse me? What I am is factual... a person made up of many different parts. THe what of what I am, exists within a statistic. A subjective view."

A questioned reworded, and posed again:

"Who are you?"

A question answered:

I am an enigma.

I am what I am and I make no excuses.
I am the heart that has no boundaries, that seethes and pulsates
boiling over
on a kettle of ice.

I am what you see and then more.
I am the monster within that seeks to eat you from the inside out. I am the brutal reality of the one I call self.

I am the one who feels every blow
Every slam
And will find no wrong.

I am you and you and yes even you.
I have no segregation, I fit like a chameleon.

I have seen the world through the world's eyes
So what if I chose to see through my own.

I have the compassion and the love
That fills thy cup
And the soul that Satan has attempted
To claim.

I am the one who is sitting in the next room, oblivious to your agenda.
I am the one who
Writes
The agenda.

There is no great secret. I have none.
There shall be no query of what
Or who.

I exist to exist.
I live to breath and breath to live.
NO dent on the world and all the markings of impact.

I am.


Who are you?

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