I am not

I am not.

Not sad.

Not Happy.

Not excited.

Not nervous.

Not agitated.

Not calm.

Not anxious.

Not full of anticipation.

Not quick.

Not slow.

Not stoned.

Not sober.

Not everything you've ever hoped for.

Not the best thing that ever happened to you.

Not part of a group.

Not alone.

Not looking.

Not hiding.

Not screwing around.

Not twisting your brain with my words.

Not twisting the knife in your existing wounds.

Not making new wounds.

Not letting the old scars disappear.

Not ignoring the lessons they offer.

Not amazing.

Not insignificant.

Not what you need.

Not what I need.

Not what you see.

Not what I would like to see.

Not a reflection you can see in the mirror of your mind.

Not of this Earth.

Not human.

Not better than human.

Not the face I see when I close my eyes.

Not that which haunts me.

Not enough to scare you away.

Not enough to disarm your fear.

Not able to break away.

Not able to level off.

Not sinking.

Not floating.

Not repressed.

Not open.

Not any flavor of individual.

Not a clone.

Not a boy.

Not a man.

Not a peaceful aura into which you could drown yourself in bliss.

Not an eternally tortured soul.

Not a thinking, sentient, responsive creature.

Not completely on auto-pilot.

Not here.

Not there.

Not everywhere.

I am not.