Questions Not To Ask Poem by Jenna Dandurand

Who am I?
What allows me to
live and breath
on this Earth?
What am I doing?
What's the point
to this if I can't
experience?
What will I become?
A monster in the night,
seeking out death
and misery?
Who will I know?
Will I be tight with
criminals and
evil doers?
Who am I?
Even to ask all
of these questions?
What's the point?
I can't make a difference
in anything.
I'm a fool,
a clumsy
jinx
who can't do anything
right.
Who am I?