I do not know who I am,
I know I am not Sam.
Yet life hits me with a bam!

I wake in the night,
I am here to fight,
But I want it to be right.

It is only a nightmare.
I am still aware
This is no fair.

I feel like I’m lost.
Everyone says they are boss
Because I am lost.

I have been shot by a gun
Only feeling its shun.
But I only want some fun.

I want to cut,
Because everything feels shut
I am nothing but…

I walk like most,
But I’m not here to boast,
Because some are not like most.

I run like some,
Because I know not of fun.
And I feel shun.

I ride like my ex- family.
I have no homily,
And my little cousin is jolly!

I do other things…
Sometimes it flings.
And sometime it thinks.

I am not dramatic.
I have lived after the traumatic,
But I am now frantic.

My body is filled with pain!
No one has been framed—
It’s all under my name.

I am nothing but too blame.
I will have no fame.
I will live in shame.