Who am I? <br />I have sat myself firmly down, <br />in the middle of the universe, <br />neither right or left, torn between <br />heaven and hell, an obtrusion. <br />I have been adhered firmly, <br />and cannot be budged. I am invisible. <br /> <br />Who am I? <br />Seemingly, I am happy. <br />Seemingly, you barely know me. <br />Seemingly, I am a catastrophe, <br />waiting to happen. I sit, <br />mainly by the soft, sun-soaked fairytale window, <br />pondering. I sit, spiteful. <br />And they watch. And I sit. And they watch. <br /> <br />Who am I? <br />I am myself, and that is what <br />is most important. A constant, <br />the Earth and the glittering stars <br />and the moon. <br /> <br />Who am I? <br />A sizeable question. Enigma.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-i-wonder/
