am i?

am i who i think i am?

or am i just awaiting the day for someone to tell me to shove my righteousness so far up where the sun don't shine?

to deal with people on a daily basis has become a constant battle.
i'm conflicted.
i want to be nice.
but i can't anymore.
the well is running dry, but only because the world was greedy.

no that's a lie.
if i'm not nice,
i'm not me.
no?

who am i?
i see this image on the mirror.
but even the supposed reflections differ from one day to the other.
if my physical perception shifts,
wouldn't you already expect major conflicts in, within?

i'm defected.
i'm desperate.
i'm doomed.  xx