Two different poems written one night then the next.
Part 1
As I create
these instances of me
different places
where I can exist
all alone
yet never alone.
Look, there is me
standing next to me
and as more mes
emerge from inside me
I feel lost.
I cant find the way
back to the day
where the mes
took control,
leaving me
in the hands
of the me I'm not,
and leaving me
alone in myself.
Part 2
And as I do these things to myself,
using my other mes to
disconnect myself from the world.
I watch in still silence,
the world spins around me
in a gray blur.
And as things approach
at high speeds
I create another wall
to shield myself with,
another me
so they wont know,
wont see,
my identity.
I hurt myself with this act.
Why?
...So I'm not hurt by you...
Part 1
As I create
these instances of me
different places
where I can exist
all alone
yet never alone.
Look, there is me
standing next to me
and as more mes
emerge from inside me
I feel lost.
I cant find the way
back to the day
where the mes
took control,
leaving me
in the hands
of the me I'm not,
and leaving me
alone in myself.
Part 2
And as I do these things to myself,
using my other mes to
disconnect myself from the world.
I watch in still silence,
the world spins around me
in a gray blur.
And as things approach
at high speeds
I create another wall
to shield myself with,
another me
so they wont know,
wont see,
my identity.
I hurt myself with this act.
Why?
...So I'm not hurt by you...