For my identity 

Who am I?

 

Who am I? What am I doing?

I don't know Y I feel like I'm losing.

 

I seem to fail and fail, I never prevail,

feel like I'm isolated in jail.

In a head is a cell, where I'm sitting in hell,

wondering when I'll break out and better myself.

 

I'm the book no one bothers to read on the shelf.

I'm alone on my own, sitting at home with an unlit phone.

I'm a joke, the lonely card put in the spoke,

going around in circles until I lose hope.

 

But I am not going to give up,

I'm not going to live life feeling broke.

Because I know someday it will B my turn to shine.

Then the whole world will see that I am one of a kind.

 

J.M. 

Jimmy Macadoo© 2023

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