The Many Voices Of Me.
I look in the mirror, and i see the boy who grew up to become a ghost. The ghost of what used to be, obsessed with what was, and what could have been.
by Benjamin Sorvel
He says: 'Help everyone.'
But then another appears with the soul of a champion, ready to win, and capable to. He looks back in disgust, as if to say i will never be as good as him.
He says: 'Help no-one.'
Again another, this time a poor, homeless, on the brink of death man, with nothing and no-one around him.
He says: 'Help me.'
Finally i see the reality, and i look at myself for a few minutes, and i say: