I Am Riley.

I'm competing with myself,

competition like two me's trying to do me.


I am beating the one kind of gets to screw me.

Well enough of the,

"ooh me - uh I"

Feel me?

Like the opposing guy,

guilty over an assumption.

"Ok! for real me,

    we stopped doubting; I"

Shouting in my mind,

 like one me and two I's;

not focusing the first time.

My silence,

  "Reminds me"

to live kindly.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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