who am i

I don't know who I am I never have I'm paying attention to fighting because it's all I know how to do it's all I know it's who I am I fight everything and every turn I don't know how to be angry and mature all I know is how to throw a right hook I don't know how to be peaceful with my mind I don't know what my favorite color is what makes you think I know what x is I feel like I'm drowning suffocating in the world of seas of something far beyond me something I suppressed for so long it consumes me and a black hole that I can't get out of there's no rope or climbing to get out of I'm stuck at the bottom of this pair I don't know how to get out all I know is how to throw fists it's what I live to do it's all I'm capable of I know how to fight and I'm good at it for some reason I don't know what my favorite color is I don't know who I like or what I like in a person I don't know who I am and I feel so stupid because everyone knows they like blue or purple or something well I know I like fighting the color red doesn't fit me but at times it does I like purple as well but I don't know which one is my favorite I'm good at finding I'm not good at words I'm drowning in a sea and I know something is behind me hiding