I feel like a stranger in my body.
This outer shell is a costume that I cannot take off
And it pains me so
This reflection of a stranger is taunting me
With visions of all I couldn't be
Of all I was denied
A cog in the machine of biological probabilities
An error in the system, swapping minds with bodies and I'm left to wonder
Who are you?
The one I could've been
If my mind was calibrated right
An alien with all the wrong parts and a few ones missing
A poison in my head left to deal with the aftermath of it all
Some have told me bodies are homes
It seems they haven't laid awake, late at night
Wondering about how wonderful life would be
If they could only trade their physical self for another
It may seem quite superfluous and petty
But so much anger and sorrow it could erase
All the misunderstandings and frustrations, swallowed corrections and baseless apologies
Sore throats tired of screaming
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE LIKE THIS
Because who would choose such a way to live
Body a prison and mind an anchor
Creating a hole so deep, the echoes of your voice dying against the walls
And there you are, alone.
Again, who would live like this
Not me
That is, if I had a choice
YOU ARE READING
I Am Exhausted
PuisiThis is where I let my mind and inner demons roam. Leaving your thoughts would be much appreciated as I am trying to grow as a writer. Also, don't expect any continuity, these are in no particular order and there is no sytem. Some are older works a...
