I am

I am a monster, a product of a free market, useless until I can scrape up some profit value.

I am an artist, a creator of stories, legends, landscapes, but talk is cheap and it's the only thing I know.

I am a survivor, finding what little meaning I can in the mundane no matter how small I actually am.

I am a fool, to think that I was any different? I am insecure, and the world doesn't revolve around me.

I am just like everyone else,

but I'm unlike anything here.