I am not I
#2 of Poetry
Started as as the first two sentences in my head, added more while writing it down.
It's about the two spirits that live as one in me.
I am not being the being who I am,
not living the life I'm living.
I'm but a shell, a outer layer,
a masquerade, a rehearsed play.
To most persons I am like a mirror,
showing just a reflection, a shard of soul.
They see me as just another, a normal kid,
but not the real me, if they'd only know.
Deep inside me there is another,
another me, a me that's more feral than me.
Together we are one, we are I,
part man, part beast, together we're complete.
One day I'll be in a place where they accept,
where I can leave my shell and be free at last.
And once I'm living the life I'm living,
Then I am finally being the being who I really am