(i found this stashed somewhere deep inside my computer during the holidays, when there was nothing else to do, i wrote this during the dark eras of my life)
who am I? I am sometimes just a figment of someone's imagination. An escape into a pleasurable world for a while. A diversion. I can easily be forgotten. Because who am I? I am nobody. Nobody knows my deepest desire and my gravest secret. Because I'd never tell. I have learned to guard myself.
I am a cyberdoll, ready to feed your appetite. I am whoever you want me to be.
And when I ask my importance to you. Silence.
I never felt my worth. Assumption is my worst enemy yet my loyal comrade. In battles in life and love. We go hand in hand.
Who am I?
Am I worthy of your attention? Am I an opulent feast invting everyone o dig in?
I am lost in my own world.
I have the stamina to live, just live, breathe and live. yet my soul is drenching away further from me.
Who am I? I have asked myself this question. I thought I have seen it atlast. Yet I'm still searching.
I am everything you want me to be. Yet my true core hungers for the truth. Who am I. I am a captive. I am a ruler. I am a deceiver. I am honest. I am a tattle. I am eloquent. I am desperate. I am powerful.
Everything.
Yet I am empty.
