The Day I Realized the Answer

The day I realized the answer to the question “who am I?” is
The day I realized that

I lived the life of pain
Anger and frustration the very blood flowing through my veins
The sane thoughts of becoming insane
Bringing forth the cold stale numbness that overtakes my soul

The day I realized that

The world was spiraling viciously to the ground
And I could barely muster up a frown
Sickness and death oozed from my empty breathe
Like leeches preying off my every fear

The day I realized that

Tragedies became realities that target my heart
Like weapons of mass destruction
The chaos of it all tracing back from the start

The day I realized that

Depression clawed away at my flesh
The crimson blood running down my chest
My very existence was nothing more than a pitiful shame
That the more I played the more I lost the game

The day I realized the answer to the question “who am I?” was a grim day
But not for me, but for those who hated me
Who brought me down with sticks and stones
Who told me I wasn’t worth it, that I wouldn’t amount to anything

The day I realized the answer to the question “who am I?”
Was the day I realized who I wasn’t
Lies told to try to cage me like an animal were now destroyed
Those days of being pummeled to the ground by masked fists were over
It was now the time that I look at the eyes of my torturers and
Set forth the sweet freedom I was longing for

The day I realized the answer to the question “Who am I?”
Was the day I forgave them





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