August 5, 2009

I am

I am.

I am the rock star on stage, belting out my songs, hoping no one can see I'm addicted to drugs.

I am the rabid fan in the crowd, wishing the rock star will notice me.

I am a teenage boy, hating my parents because I couldn't go to the concert.

I am a mother, worried I'm losing my son to the wrong crowd.

I am a father, contemplating a change of career to better feed my family.

I am a homeless man, waiting for it all to end.

I am a child, anxious about my first day of school.

I am a nerd, in love with the popular girl, but too scared to talk to her.

I am a popular girl, dating the quarterback, but secretly attracted to a nerd.

I am an astronaut, dreaming of worlds out there.

I am a president, confident the problems can be fixed, doubting the people are behind me.

I am a lover, in the throes of ecstasy, she's the only one I'll ever love like this.

I am a person, a human, a boy, a girl, a man, a woman.

I am.