What have I become?
What have I been moulded into
By my past and present,
By my mistakes
And my successes?
Have I been changed
For the better
Or indeed, for the worse?
Seemingly profound questions
But in reality
Just me babbling
In unadulterated boredom.
Why must I be
The only lonely one?
why must i remain forever
Only a friend
And never a lover?
Why am I doomed
To lust for the forbidden fruit?
Why am I the one
Who is calm
Even in the midst of a storm,
The silent one
In the midst of a crowd?
Why me? Why just me?
Is it because
Of what I’ve been through,
Or is it because
Someone wills it so?
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