Who I Am Poem by chris schwartz

Sometimes it's a whisper
Sometimes it cries loud
Can't turn down the volume
Don't wanna crank up
The sound.
Just keeps me restless
Keeps me stirring somehow
This damn voice inside
Of me
This drone of humanity
Makes me creep
And curl into my corner
Away from society.
Takes me away
From reality
Until I calm
My damning past.
Death seems so quiet
But life is the same
Can't begin to imagine
That they both
Are to blame.
So I drink to
The spirit
I think to who
I am.
And wonder
If anyone
Even cares
Of the love
I feel for them.