Who Am I?
Who am I? My character has no description, I have a beginning
But my end is not certain. Am not an immortal yet I live my life awkwardly.
My steps are not cautious they stumble and tread on anything that stands in their way.
I am an under achiever despised by all yet accepted in the society.
If my life had a meaning I would be someone, or would I?
Too many questions flood my mind and seem to attract so little answers.
My life starts and ends on a table, piles of papers fill my floor,