Myself, Yourself, Ourselves.

Tap tap tap

Sccccccrrrreeeeeaaaaacccchhhhhhh

" No, not that."

Erases, starts over.

"How about this?"

Not good enough...

BANG!

" Why can't I figure this..."

It is not ment to be.

" What do you mean?"

Writing about yourself,

when you don't know,

Yourself.

Your own skin,

Crawls uncomfortably.

" I know myself well-"

ENOUGH!

You know NOTHING!

BANG!

I am you,

Two lies inter-

twinned inside,

Yourself.

" How do you know-"

I don't.

" Stop-"

Interrupting?

You know me,

I pull you,

out of your sleep.

Images of Vivid,

Heavenly,

Rich Color.

Your spectral-

" Stop, I need-"

TO FOCUS!

Focus on this,

Focus on that.

A sad,

dank high,

school life for,

yourself.

BANG!

" Quit!"

I'm not pulling,

That mentally,

insane Trigger.

You do,

to kill me.

To abolish me.

A part of,

Yourself.

What about,

Myself?

I can't write,

about that.

We are,

to vast,

to,

describe,

Ourselves.

This poem is about: 
Me

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