I am not me.
It is like these hands
Are someone else's
Somehow controlled by my brain.
My legs will not move,
Not by my choice.
I am not me;
Someone else is-
Someone else must be
Because whoever it is
Won't let me move
Or feel that I exist.
I am not me-
Not myself, that is...
No, this shadow only watching
From the corners of reality...
It's not heavy
But not empty
No it's new
It's not me
Not myself
No nothing at all
But not nothing
Because nothing
Is something else all together
No punctuation left
No nothing at all
And soon I'll freeze again
And I'll fade into myself
And my hands won't feel
Won't feel like mine at all
Because they won't be
Because they're part of me
And I'm not me
No I'm not
Not myself at all
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
