Hi,
My name is something,
I am someone,
I know my self,
Did you know?
I know all about everything,
I know who I am,
What I am.
But I don't want to.
It's hard to deal with the truth,
To know you are just another spec,
On this ever growing planet,
Soon to be eaten alive by others,
Devoured so as they can become stronger,
Like demons,
We feed on each other,
Weaknesses, tears, heart ache.
Human pity for one's self.

Hi,
My name is not important,
It's who I am that is.

By Siobhan
Date:26/March/2004