Who Am I? - Poem by Christina Viera
I’m the thing lurking under your bed.
I’m the thing that stalks your every move.
I am with you,
Thick or thin.
I am sometimes not fair.
Sometimes I turn out for the worst.
I am with everything,
And with everyone.
Sometimes I’m horrible.
Sometimes I’m awesome.
I am hated by people who commit suicide.
I am the one thing that you have and I have.
I am life.
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