Who I am?

 You asked me who I am?

I lit a Marlboro. Took a slow gulp of Wine.

I looked at the glass and said: I am you.

I am the one who watched the love you wasted.

I am the one carrying your sorrows through the City dark.

When your anger spikes, I am the guilt that follows the heat.

When you touch her, I am the cold intimacy between your bodies.

You long for something? I am the waiter standing at that empty table.

You cry? I am the sinner who counts every drop.

I am your inner child, gasping for air while you thrive—

But you are killing me, inch by inch, every single day.

I am you. You are me.

And to the world… we are useless.