Who Am I?

Who am I?

            I honestly beg to know,

            where my soul has hidden,

            and why she felt the need to go.

Who am I?

            I aged but did not grow.

            I tasted the once forbidden,

            and tainted her pure white snow.

Who am I?

            I foolishly killed her, oh.

            My ego thought he knew best.

            He stole her spotlight, her role, her show.

Who am I?

            Now every time I say ‘hello,’

            I’m faced with someone I detest,

            but swallow the sad sorrow.