I am constant yet changing
I am myself yet someone else
I am proud yet humble
I am angry yet content

I am lost and found
I am heart and soul
I am free yet bound
I am young yet old

I am happy yet sad
I am brash yet shy
I am good and bad
I can laugh and cry

I know love and hate
I am brave yet craven
And the only excuse I have
Is that I am human

11/27/1983

Author's Note: 1983 was a terrible year in my life. I am not sure exactly how I made it through, but I am glad I was writing poetry at the time. It allowed me to express what I was feeling and might otherwise have remained bottled up inside. Had I not been able to read it on paper where I could see for myself what I was thinking and feeling, I probably would not have seen 1984.

Posted on 10/10/2005
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