I am
something.
What
am I?
I
don't have eyes to see,
Or
ears to hear,
Or
legs to walk,
Or
hands to clap.
I
can't really be seen.
No
not yet.
But
I am alive.
What
am I?
I am
something.
What
am I?
I
hear something.
How
do I hear?
I
have ears.
What
is that noise?
I
have a heartbeat.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
What
am I?
I am
something.
What
am I?
There
is something in front of me.
They're
long & lumpy
I
think they're called "fingers".
How
do I see these "fingers"?
I
have eyes.
I
can see.
What
am I?
I am
something.
What
am I?
I
can't see anymore.
What
happened?
I
feel something happening.
I'm
forming?
What
is it I am forming?
A
body.
A
body with legs,
And
arms,
And
fingers,
And
bones.
What
am I?
I am
something.
What
am I?
I
grew larger.
I am
bigger than when I started.
I
have full fingers,
And
legs,
And
a heart, all of my own.
I
can kick.
I
can move.
What
am I?
I am
something.
What
am I?
I
feel tight.
I
want to get out.
I
see the light,
The
opening to new life.
I
feel it!
I am
ready!
I am
alive!
I am
coming!
I am
--
What
is this?
It
hurts!
It
is metal,
And
sharp,
And
cold.
What's
happening?
I
cry out!
But
I can't be heard!
What
is this?
Who
is this?
He grabs
me by my soft shoulders,
He
punctures my newly formed head.
It
hurts!
Why
is he doing this?
I
can't see the light.
I
can't move.
I
can't--
~*~*~*~*
I
was something.
No.
I
was someone.
I
had a life.
But
it was gone.
Gone
before I could even live it.
I
was alive.
But
I was killed.
Who
was I?
Why
did I have to go?
What
did I do that was so wrong to kill me?
I
was just a baby.
I
was just a little child.
A
child that was never born.
I
could have been something.
I
could have been someone.
I
could have made a difference in the world.
I
could have helped you out with your problems.
I
could have lent an extra hand.
I
could have been...
I
could have been...
I
could have been born
But
instead I'm dead.
Now,
I'll never live again.
I
will never see the light of life.
I
will never be welcomed to the arms of
A
loving mother.
I
will never make friends.
I
will never be who I was supposed to be.
I
will never be me.
I am
sorry for ruining your life because of my selfish choice to live.
(I
am Something, What am I?)
