Who Am I Really? Poem by John Roberton

Who am I really?
The lies hide behind my smile,
the curiosity and them pains
stayed in my eyes.
The 12 January 2010 was a moment
where I felt no pain
or was I so in shock all my curiosity and pain
flew away.
The bricks fall down like rain,
adult, kids were white like they were doing cocaine.
Some couldn't abstain
other couldn't attain this earthquake chain.
Who am I really?
This confession is not an abstraction
or an assertion, it is an affliction.
An affliction of pain, grief and misery.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Need more clarity,
the beauty hide in the personality,
I no longer need this mask
because I've learned to leave the past in the past
and let the future be the future.
It's time to Turn the page
and start a new chapter.
Who am I really? I am a kid who learned to learn from his mistakes
a kid who no longer wear a mask.