MF

 

Who am I when who I am is dim

When it looks so much like him

Am I there inside, buried deep

I try to search, to burrow, keep

On going. 

Keep   on    g o i n g.

If I dig through the layers will I find myself

Will I get to the core? Will I wilt? Will I melt?

Is it easier to not even ask

To accept my fate, it’s late

Can I change or ingratiate

Anything new or anything gained

Or will I just remain the same 

Old

Man

But a boy lives in me too

Never quite allowed to bloom and so I chew 

Upon this misery and sink into my destiny

Je suis déjà terminé.

I am alone in the shadows of my mind 

But surrounded on all sides 

By those who need me to be better

Who can’t see that I am fettered

It is hard to answer questions about daisy chains when you need to hide

When you’re trying to find 

a way to say 

I am not ok 

that doesn’t end in shame.

What if that end of yourself

Is the start of something else

A place to see and be free

Where you can be held

And told and told again

You are loved 

You are loved 

You are loved my friend.