Not Really Me

Look at me,

am I really alive?

or am I,

just a fabric of imagination,

I feel like a shell,

with someone else’s mind,

someone’s thoughts,

but they’re not my own,

when will you realize,

that it’s not me,

but someone else?

I am not myself,

when you look into my eyes,

whom do you see?

there could be anyone,

anyone at all,

take me out,

out of my brain,

out of my body,

and put me away,

let me sleep,

for years, decades,

before I wake,

and find a different world,

I want to be,

not really myself,

to escape this pain,

to feel loved and safe.

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