Who am I? The question lingers in the air,
tracing the now faded questions that once floated there too.
They dream away with every breath I take, crumbling with despair.
How do I know who I am?
I'm just victimized with care.

But I must survive, devour the words with demand.
Digest all emotions, forget those words like they have forgotten me.
They choose to avoid me, but they return as I command;
'Who am I?'
I can't help but chant.

I try to detain them, I try,
but they make their escape, swimming into freedom.
They try to answer me, but they lie.
Desperate yet beautiful, I let them go.
I can't stop them this time.

The light from the window that's shaped in my mind,
shone with such might, haunting me with such grace.
I try, yet again, to climb through that window, but the darkness, it's conquering my find.
The light means death but it pulls me in, tragic and terrifyingly beautiful,
the shape of my window is so carefully lined.

I dreamt of purity, but that's not what I see.
I'd hoped to be there now, but I'm still here, in this world.
I wanted to be on my own, I wanted to be free.
But all I ask now is the question; 'Who am I?'
And I know who I am: I'm just me.