What am I

Besides something this

This entity that cannot be understood

Always thought it was straight forward

Pigeonholed into limitations

There was nothing to feel

Anything felt would be unnecessary

So I dwelt in what was dealt….

Who am I

I know who I am to me

But who am I to you

A Listening ear for every secret

Some type of machine

Meant to respond robotically

So I am not meant to care obviously….

When am I

Important thing to you

Is there such a person

Other than blood relations

Because instantly I could be ghost

No longer physically existing

Nothing more than a memory….

Where am I

The world is moving

Yet I am right here

Waiting with anticipated doubt

The line is dead now

There is nothing left here

The mirror reflecting what I don’t want to hear

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