Lost myself in the midst
of the mayhem called my mind.
Carried up in a windstorm of word and thought.
"Who am I?" I ask myself,
trying to conjure something existential,
but crisis is what comes up, confusion.
When I couldn't find myself,
the only one left was You.
A name I could claim with clumsy confidence,
but I'll keep Him anonymous.
I stuck with this toy-train of thought, full of conviction.
"I AM!" I declare, "I AM!"
I am simply sad, sick, and desperate for help.
All I wanted was to be more.
