This is the writing of someone who is lost and has lost sight of who he is. Who am I? Who was I? Who will I be? All these questions have no answer for I am the one who is lost. I used to be a beautiful person. I used to smile and laugh and be happy. Today I am not. I feel like I am nothing. I'm ugly. I don't know who I am or where I am. I feel like everything has faded together. Past, present, and future are no more for they have also melded. My future as a person is unclear. I feel like I will not achieve anything. I will just lie by the road...a piece of trash with no worth and will go nowhere with a future that is unclear. This is the writing of the wounded.