Am I?

i am the fly in the ointment

i am the spanner in the works

i am the sum of what i’ve become

i am a series of random jerks

i am the thorn in the side

i am the pain the neck

i am the gear that got no grease

i am the what in the heck

i am the weed that has gone to seed

i am the warning you failed to heed

i am the fine print you didn’t read

i am the habit that you don’t need

i am the far away that you can’t be

i am the worse things that happen at sea

i am spots, the jots and the clots

i am the absence that comes in lots

i am the far away you can’t see

i am the simple complexity

i am sitting right here next to me

i am the void, the lobotomy

i am the reed that failed to bend

i am the message you forgot to send

i am the broken that won’t ever mend

i am the beginning; the middle and end