I am fragments,
Pieces.
Everyone and no one.
I am the drunken father who
Beats his family.
I am the fat boy who cannot run
Fast enough.
I am the clown surrounded
By a laughing mob.
The old woman dying alone.
I am the reason
Wars start and end.
I am the news reader
And the mute.
The one who seeks solitude
In a crowd.
The one who smiles through
A veil of sadness.
And cries through the joys
Of life.
I am Jesus on the cross,
And Judas hanging from the tree.
Most of all,
I am no one
And everyone.
I am you,
And a ghost.
You’ll recognise my face
And never know me
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