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I am... sick of starting lines with "I am..."

This tasteless trend I've coined with my hand.



I am... what keeps me alive

Thanks to a meaning I can't revive

I am... something of a feeling

Forever lost in heaven's ceiling.

I am... not what you know

I am... not what I show

I am... so... so...

Dizzy searching for a glow

That might not even be there.

Yes... yes... I'm scared...



I am... relishing in the notion

I may bare my raw emotions

To the world and hope I pour

So bad I drown you in my ocean.

Flood your temples and your mind

So that all that you can hear

Is this revolting song of mine...



I am... trying not to hide

Behind the vagueness of a rhyme.

I am... trying to approach

All who I meet with no reproach.



I am... stone

Hardened feelings like bones

Reaching out for a way

To be cleanly alone

Yet be able to say

I want you in my zone.

I am... a tragic paradox.



I am... something

That does not exist...

I am... cloned

Into my abyss...



I am... nothing.