Am I a small little girl, long dark hair and this pale face.. it’s not frightening at all.. but will scare the shit out of you?
Am I a something, the very most important of all disguised as nothing.. in a dirty green t-shirt and baring knife marks.. just for being happy?
Am I the deceit, buried in the deepest with no light at all.. ever.. how will I find me?
Am I this breathing piece of meat.. not and yes and who can see and who will not?
Am I a star or a pebble in my shoe.. or am I that middle sized rock behind that middle sized tree.. not in the center nor the edge?
Am I too thin or too much.. or everybody else around me are too small or too big to fit.. or is it just not important.. me.. or anything?
Am I correct or just the wrong.. and is it correct to feel the wrong or is it the wrong to feel correct?
Am I a heart too soft to face deaths or is it just too hard to be righteous of living?
Am I a plane of reality or a proof of a parallel dimension?
Am I.. a silence of judgement.. or just too silent to judge?
Am I a question.. or an answer.. or maybe just a cursed if?