I am everything I say I am not.

And nothing I say I am.

I am a person born out of time.

A woman born with no heart,

A man born with no aggression.

Compassionately drawn to violence.

The worlds first genderless being.

Unsure of my creation,

Yet certain of my destruction.

I am only me on days that I am not.

And the rest of the time I do not exist.

I live in the depths of the things you hide.

I smile sweetly at you

from your foulest moments.

And comfort you through,

Gentle dreams.

I am what you refuse to know.

I am what drives you.

That thing that you deny to the world.

Yet cannot live without.

I am where spirit and body combine.

To make an absolute perfect disaster.

A walking, living, breathing contradiction.

I am myself.

Even when I lack the ability to show it

Jennifer C.