Who Am I?

[Poetizer]

That suspect that’s lurking around in my mind is me; I’ve stolen the pain and tucked it under the thick layers of skin I’ve conceived over the years. My childhood memories are fading fast and the rewards are in honor of the injuries I’ve endured from a disguised pass. The darkness is getting stronger as the clouds began to thicken my insecurities, look at what he’s done. I’ve chosen to neglect the time in which my innocent was stolen, I’m sorry but it feels more bearable this way and I can’t afford to manipulate my anger. I don’t believe that reporting my discomfort will change anything, after all I’m an adult now and life is too rapid with dissolving compassion that slowly makes its way to the surface of a human beings character. It’s hard to see with the white flag of his defeat covering me like the taunts found in the confliction of a rivaled enemy. As I continue to grow in maturity bits and pieces of my history gradually finds there way back to my present thoughts. A lot of my younger life remains as a blurred mystery but if you took a knife a diced into me you would witness a shredded denial that was tired of aching like a new born baby who is beginning to teethe, and secretly needed the reassure of peace to breathe. Who I am is a collection of life learned lesson that has the wisdom and courage to use my inheritance has a weapon of cleansing confessions…