Who I am.
I have no connection with these people
They are human
and I feel no emotion
I fear I sound mechanical.
conversation feels empty and hollow
Laughter is but a survival reflex
Yet words.
Words will never fail me!
And what is this life without strife?
Is that not what makes us who we are?
For I know who I am.
Yes I hear my heart beat
and I have felt my soul shatter.
It grew back all the stronger
Then the very people who I believed I had estranged
turned to me and said,
“Come! For you belong to us
just as we belong to you.”
These are the ties deeper than blood
That words can neither sever nor strengthen
For they are built on shared experiences
and tales long told…