I'm me


It’s hard to pretend

You know?


That this facade

I show is real.


When it’s only a reel

of film.


A movie I play every day.

For all my friends.


Which hides

what lurks in the deep

dark pit

within me.


The hate and rage

I embody.


What does that say?


I can’t run away.

I can’t let go.


All I do is pretend.


Again and Again.

Day after Day.


Still it’s not



You still want me

To be

       like her and he.


But that is impossible

Because this agony

            is not shared with

her and he.


I’m me.



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