Repulsive.
The word to describe the thing that is me.
Distance.
The space between me and others.
Ignorance.
The knowledge of who I am.
I have me to live with.
Me and no-one else.
Me and myself.
Ask the question that is on your mind.
Your silence speaks a million languages.
But don't ask me, ask yourself.
My view is but from the inside out.
You look from the outside in.
You share the common thing.
You have the knowledge I'd give life for.
What do you see?
What do you know?
Tell me of me.
I came out to breathe.
I had my nose kicked in.
I breathe suffocation.
There is no air.
I am drowning.
Tears of bitterness.
And if I had no fat, what would I blame?
Do you trust me?
Not enough to give me your own.
I'd break it.
Tear it in pieces.
Shatter it.
Feeble hands.
No hold.
No care.
No love.
No one.
I have me to live with.
Me and no-one else.
Me and myself.
