Who Am I Poem by David Self

Sitting everyday watching the clock,
Thinking at times will it ever stop.
Do i struggle with life it's self,
Victim or self damaged up on the shelf.

Somedays are good and some are bad,
But to world i try not to be sad.
But inside I guess I'm in my fight,
Trying to put demons out of sight.

Nobody really see what makes me tick,
I choose like a switch and when to flick.
Because nobody really cares,
They just look at stare.

Why should anyone really listen,
My life story hardly glistens.
There is no story to help explain,
So for this i must abstain.
I try my best to be the version I need,
But every so often inside I bleed.
My problems are I guess my own,
I don't help myself that's known.

While I sit and try to figure out,
What will make stop to doubt.
I don't dedicate enough to solve,
Or to really make me evolve.

I guess it's who I am,
I guess it's who I am.