I really have no idea what to classify this as. It's something I wrote many years ago, when I was about 16. It started out from a free writing exercise and I ended up saving it. I've not changed anything from it since then.

Who am i?

Am I never to have love? Am I that inept? Why do I get hurt so many times, just to be hurt again and again? I give and I give, and only get hurt. Am I ever to be blessed with one so true, so true to me? Does the good lord know who you are? Should I care? Do I care too much? Am I obsessed, or not trying hard enough? Do you care how I bleed, my soul open and showing. Or will you cut me again, and turn from my pleas. You say that you care, but when I am in need you are not there. Your words are hollow and false, your touch but a dream. Should I be who I am not, so that I please you for but a moment? Shall I forge ahead, blinded to the truth. Do I know the truth, or do I believe what you want, what I want to believe? Do I need your love to survive, or am I stronger than that? Can I be so utterly human that I hurt others by my need, or shall I be blessed to not hurt a soul? Will you forgive me my sins as I have for given you of everything? My love is great, if given the chance. Please will you let me redeam myself, by giving me a chance, as I have given? My body is made of feble flesh and blood, my soul is weak to the devil?s temptations. My love, my dear sweet love, why can you not forgive me? Do you love me enough to see through my mistakes and sins, so that you can see who I am? Does my suffering even have an effect on your heart? Do you laugh at my confusion? Drink in my need, and then use me till I have no air left of my own to breath? Do you laugh when I cry? Do you care at all? Is my unique value enough to make you realize how special I am, or do you label me a freak and turn a blind eye when I am myself? Will you use me and hurt me, or let me bloom like a spring flower under your love. Will you shower me with you love? Do I deserve you? Do I deserve love? I give my love unconditionally, and you stomp on it like a bug. What do I do wrong? AM I too bold to say how I feel, or not clear enough? What is wrong with how I care? What is wrong with me that you cannot see my true value? I have so much to give, and I give with all my earthly being, and I am stopped by your stares, and hate. I ask of so little from you, but even that is too much for you to relinquish. Slowly I die, every time I am ignored, the light fading from my life like the closing of a door. Soon I will be no different than the corpses in their graves. Will they realize who I am? Will they greet me differently than you, or will they recognize me as one of their own? Will I be so gone and forgotten just as they are, or will I have made an impact on you? My life lies in your hands, and you have the power. Will you squeeze the life out of me like a water soaked rag, or will you take me to heart, and comfort me in my times of need? I have tried my best, and tried to do all that I can in my flawed self do. I am not perfect, I will never be, but you, if you are willing have the power to see past that. I cannot do anymore, and yet I am not willing to give up. Should I remain quiet and sullen, or tell you how I feel, and what I need? You are the only one to save me, and you alone have the key to my soul.