Who Am I

Sprinkled with love or peppered with hate inside of these thoughts it’s a maze or a game?
 Forgetful at times, arousing for cause tornadoes the soul till you cant find what is lost. Supervised by a coach or a therapist at least brings smile some days or brings you down to your knees. Speckled with anger or darkness may fall, blood moon shines to soon end what is all. 
Questioned at most, condemned at its best crumpled like paper to hide the grade of this test. Rainbows will shine on days you are down, to show there is strength but shh don’t make a sound. 
Chains may be shackled to those who get weak, falls into addiction or trips over their feet. 
Among you is the light to some it’s the end, to what is left for goodbye while others come in. 
As my final words I gather to say am I your reality or a mind game you play?....