I Don't Know Me

 

 

 

Tell me who you are.

May I look into your mind?

Just take a look into my head,

and tell me what you find.

Don't ask me to describe myself.

I only somewhat know.

I cling to my mind's eye,
 

which seems to know me more.
 

I think the answers lie in my past,
 

these findings draped into the last.
 

What if somewhere I became two,
 

each struggling to reach out?
 

I feel like an alien in this corpse,
 

a matter which brings doubt.
 

I’ve grown weary of portraying,
 

someone else whose playing,
 

a character on a stage…. off a page.
 

Into the unknown dreary,
 

I take on this spirit
 

like a new skin.

 

Even venturing as far

 

as to think like them.

 

In this life,

 

I've worn many masks

 

but thats only because I have no face.

 

I am not shallow,

 

I'm just too deep.

 

Drowning in this being which weeps.

 

Opinions cloud my skull,

 

telling me who I should be.

 

I do not know, I don't know me.

 

Extrovert...Introvert...Nobody.

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so profoundly moving... for years similar thoughts danced through my mind... who am I.. how do I know.. will I ever become what I wish... You give the expression of being, of longing, of hoping such a rich, amazing voice.