What I am hates what I want to be,
so I have to learn to walk away.
I have to run from everyone,
learn there are no words to say.

What I am hates what I try to be,
I'm stuck spinning round and round,
praying maybe something good will happen,
maybe after you kick me back down on the ground.

What I am has little words to say,
sit back and be silent is my game.
act like a hunter who is the hunted,
another helpless, defenseless being left for pain.

What I am hates what I used to be,
I ask you all to listen please,
I'm running out of time,
and now I'm thrown upon my knees.

What I am hates what I want,
try to run if I can as I begin to shake.
my heart is pounding, racing, thudding,
running, thumping, fading left to break.

What I am craves who you are,
a part of me I cannot share.
the tears are real but appear invisible,
and cause my body to ache.

What I am hates what you are,
causing boiling, unwanted rage and hurt.
two separate voices in my head,
to completely different changes of my heart.

What I am hates who I've always wanted to be,
rip me open and watch me bleed.
break my body, tear my mind,
I can only begin to plead.

What I am is who I am,
riddles are difficult to decipher such as this.
try and figure out what I am,
the answer is so easy for you to miss

What I am hides behind a mask,
undetectable unless you honestly know me.
such a fragile, splintered soul,
something you will not surely see.

What I am hides in the darkness,
wanting, waiting, forever seeking,
my heart again races, pulses, thudding,
wanting, forever left of an eternity of leaking.

What I am is quite uncommon,
very few know much of me.
turning grey and seeking out the future,
I see more than what I know I can be.

What I am sees many things,
I can see what makes people scared and live in fear,
I can see what can happen in the far future,
knowing you won't want to hear.

What I am hates those like you,
knowing you would not understand.
all alone with no one to hold,
who dares to even lend me a hand?

What I am pretends to be normal,
something I pull off so you will never see that side of me.
I'll fall down and instantly get back up again,
a part of me that begs you to leave me be.

What I am will never come out unless you come too close,
than perhaps I might open up and share my feelings.
for who I am no longer exists,
and hope for some better healings.

But perhaps what I am excepts who I want to be,
and everything just happened to be normal and dull.
then maybe I would regain my lost memories of my past,
but wouldn't that take upon me such a heavy toll?

What I am hates all just but one,
will you be the one to save me from myself?
but think of all of this perhaps,
like I'm just the ending of your favorite book on your shelf.

What I am hates who I have become,
the girl so hard for you to find.
but if you are truly the real one,
please, release me from my cursed binds.