Amanda by A.N

   Amanda, my name
a meaningless jumble of letters
It isn't me, no not in emptiness
Not in the form of the mind
I don't even know me, much less my name

Call me the wind, for it might know
Though this is the fact I doubt
it sees me, you see, hears every word
Including the many not said

I am lazy and neglectful
Arrogant and full of pride
Greedy and neglectful
and many more besides

I tear up for what I cannot help;
The people I cannot save,
the lives I cannot make better
though the power of the words swirling in my head

I tear at the slightest pressure
And never put in any trust
For I have lost it
Lost it too many times to be ever found again
I never ever let go
For what else do I have?

I pray to my Lord for forgiveness
and for understanding as well
But what is my name?
I still haven't figured that out