Who am i?how did i get here?why was i created?who made me?...i cant see my purpose,i have visions,but have no vision because i cant see that far,why?...i dont even know who i am,who am i?i write poetry to escape,i live in my head,i am insecure,a nervous wreck,a sad site for sore eye's,a big head but small dreams,i worship the dead... money is my everything..lack of self esteem,i am callous.who am i?a great fighter,an author,a king in my past life,a artist,a father,a brother,a sun to the moon,i am him & he is me who am i for i have no identity.full of fear, tortured soul i am,regrets that over take me,mistakes that infect me,compromising with a stranger i have no clue of his orgins or the paths of life he had to walk,maybe a journeyman,as i stare in the mirror,i see a man who is not me.who am i?i am the pen that bleeds the ink on the pages when writing moments of history,or maybe the rejected,i have become numb,i have died... reincarnated into a world of illusional misfits,grown infants,abandoned hearts,deranged minds,& thoughtless behavior's.who am i?self center,antagonistic,hipocritical,controling,weak,savage,unable to comprehend of who i am & where do i begin.