confused and lost between a place

no where to go

noone to face

pulled a part no way to win

what kind of mess

have i got in?

 

 

i enter the body politic

my words are true

though not so slick

 

you are who you are i am who i am

the rest is just internal spam

i am who i was but who will i be

it is who i am that is troubling me

i go through each day alive and unwell

sometimes just the emotions i try not to tell

i look all around a consciousness shrouded

lost in the unknown all cognizance clouded

a puppet of wishing what i cannot be

a tingling sensation a need to feel free

but freedom from what i ask myself often

afraid and still running away from my coffin

hello again to my old friend

my inner poem will never end

i have started something new

lilac is my favorite hue

the lives we've won

the lives we've lost

those who hung on

and those we tossed

sometimes its even

those we crossed

and here we sit

alone and lost