Who The Hell Am I?

          By Joe McCree

Let me ask you: “Who the hell am I?”

Am I this person, that or the other?

Am I one type of person today,

And tomorrow, perhaps another?

Sculptured by trial and error,

Victim of a checkered past,

Haunted by constant pain

Of relations that never last.

“Damn!” such horrible suffering

Living – yet I feel like dying.

My emotional imbalance well hidden,

Cause I smile when I am actually crying.

My heart, shattered to pieces,

My sunshine, turned into rain.

Why even express my feelings

When no on can feel my pain?

“Affections,” I do not possess,

While “hatred”, I love to vent.

Am I an image of evil in motion,

Or a product of my environment?

A captive of demonic detention,

Corrupted by perilous times,

Suffer from chronic illusions,

Convicted of hideous crimes!

My concepts are totally twisted,

By a torment so cruelly intense,

I search with a relentless passion

For an escape which does not exist!

If I am what I am and

Man the image of Christ,

“Eve” the glory of “Adam,” then –

Who in the hell am I?

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