Who am I?

Who am I?

by Padraig Cosgrave

Who am I?
Staring at the contents of a silver screen
listening to the monologues that can't be seen
living this way since an idle teen,wondering,
who am I?

Who am I?
Reading all that's written from a poisoned pen
gratifying flesh in iniquity's den
feeling empty after but too late then,thinking,
who am I?

Who am I?
living in a bubble of a life less real
crying at night because I cannot feel
despairing at a mind that cannot heal,saying,
who am I?

Who am I?
conforming to the grey since I learned to talk
consumerism's junkie on my own cat walk
craving for the dove when I act the hawk,shouting,
who am I?

Who am I?
always climbing to invisible peaks
never listening when a learned voice speaks
maybe I'll be different come next week, until then,
who am I?