Alone in my own head,
Laying tucked in my warm bed.
Thinking of every possiblities,
Brought about by eventualities.
Of a ME totally different,
Of a ME full of compliments.
Hands crossed staring at the ceiling,
Trying to bury this rising feeling.
Demeaning my very own existence,
Dreaming of a life in the heavens.
I see a person who will never exist,
Unless I rise up and try to persist.
She's looking back, she's calling out;
She prays to live and be a part.
She seeks existence, be one of us;
Dependent on me, a blessing or curse.
I need to be her, I crave to be free;
Then she said,"Please don't give up on me!"
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JUST ME, MYSELF AND I (Poetry)
PoetryA few poems I wrote to myself about myself. I know some of you will relate.
