I Tamara Naja
I am not. I seek happiness, I say, but I lie. I must confess I seek feeling, for I am hollow. I play and I play till I laugh. You cry. I have hurt you. I don’t know if I felt concern. I should, you say. I found it, though. I found feeling. I don’t know which, but I don’t care. I have found feeling. I know, I am deceiving, I am disgraceful, I am despicable. I have heard. I cannot see how I became this. But I am here. And I am me. I call out to you 18
