My Friend, I Am Poem by Piscine Kipling

My friend, I know nothing of why I am this way
I know nothing of why, some days I feel as if I
Was just made, from clay and baked on the hearth
of eternity, Instilled with the spirit of the stars
Doubting my flawless self, but knowing it is the truth
And if I can only tell you, if I can only know why
I have the beauty of a lonesome tiger, with his vanity too

My friend, If I can only tell you why, I do not feel that I
Am merely a man among ordinary men, destined for time,
For a fate forgotten, And understanding life I feel as if
I know much better then all others, And of love and romance
I will not feel, I will not know, I know, my friend, that I am
Shallow, much to insecure and perfect for any beautiful girl

If you must, my friend, tell me what you see
Before your eyes, whether a mere man, humble in
His longings, Infinite in his eyes and wise in his words
Or a man arrogant in his mindset, clouded by his own
Hubris, A man too blind and mad for an epiphany
That might change this man into what he'd like to be

My friend, why must I suffer this being, why must I?
Is it some heavenly punishment, or my own creation?
My friend, why must I feel too perfect, and know I am
Too much, too great, And why must I suffer from this?
I know I must end this, change this, yet I cannot
It is unwavering in me, despite my will I am not strong
I cannot face the undeniable nature of my own deep
Thoughts and beliefs, No matter how much I struggle
It will remain, am I made just to suffer?

You looked confused my friend, but I do not blame you
You my friend, know me not too well, you my friend
Will soon leave and go away, you my friend are not
True to this friendship, And I will blame you, I will say
You are wrong, You are envious, But right now I know,
My friend that I caused you to leave, I am wrong, You,
My friend, do not want to suffer around me, Do not want
The pain from my words and the actions of my arrogance

Leave now my friend, please leave now, I ask of you,
Leave while I am clear, my head is straight, my vision is perfect
I see what I am right now, I am wrong, I am too caught up
In my own twisted and deluded ideas, My friend, I draw conclusions
Too hastily, As I see how I, instead of seeing it in the sky,
Saw my idea of God inside me, I see it now my friend, And I ask you
To leave now, I do not want you to leave later, I do not want you
To cause me to rationalize that you, my friend, are at fault