You and Me

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by spiritxfade, Apr 18, 2011.

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  1. spiritxfade

    spiritxfade Well-Known Member

    I've been thinking about things since I've begun to take control of my life. The more I think about myself, the more I hate the person I've become and the more out of control I feel. The more I think about myself, the less I know about myself. Hence, this.

    The lines between you and me,
    Once seemed so clear, so definite,
    But now they're scattered in shades of grey.
    What's me?
    What's you?
    It's hard to tell.
    Who am I?
    I used to know
    But now everything is uncertainty
    And with that revelation,
    Everything begins to fall apart
    like fragments of a dream.
    Everything begins to spiral out of my control
    as if I were slipping into quicksand.
    I'm trapped. I can't get out.
    But do I want to?
    Is it me that wants to get out?
    Or is it just me picking up feelings from you again?
    Where are the boundaries of you and I?
    They've disappeared.
    Smudged together like paint.
    If you were red and I were blue,
    You would still be red,
    but I would be black.
    Because I've absorbed so much
    from so many people
    I no longer have my own distinctness.
    I am made up by you.
    So then who am I?
    I've been lost,
    Tucked away inside,
    In an unreachable part of myself.
    If only I could find her.
  2. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    This is wonderfully expressed...thank you so much for sharing...big hugs, J
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