I am Me

Who am I? 
Sprinting towards unknown, 
Crawling into obscure, 
Hoping to be shown, 
Questions are unsure. 

Who am I?
This shell I occupy,
A corpse, a puppet, an automaton.
Messed bunch of nerves,
Coreless shivering clot,
Unknown masters I have served,
These wars I have fought.

Who am I? 
Through the tunnel and back, 
I am still in this sack.
Slashed, shaved and trimmed,
Still, the sculpted staged beauty, I can only dream.
In this world of perfection, 
In this space with no flaw,
Not even a blemish,
Just a shadow from a far.

Who am I?
A trace of my father,
A copy of my mother, 
The lesser brother,  
The meaner sister. 
Finding my place,
Not to hide my face.
Torn between what expected, 
And where my heart is placed.
For my core is to please, 
To set my soul at ease,
Stagnant.
I shall never find peace.
A place where I can breathe, 
An expense to be sought. 
A breadth unsheathed, 
A spot to express my thought. 
A space to be me.

Who am I?
A stereotype, 
A rebellious teen,
A misfit,
A scientist,
An artist,
I am lost and I am pleased.

Who am I?
I am me.