The We in Me
Idle musings,
here I stare
At the wall right over there
“With no paintings? ”
Yes, it's bare!
Any way, how do you fare?
“I am well, ”
My friend,
My only friend!
“You're talking to myself again”
Scary nightmares,
now I wake and I lie in bed and shake
“Oh, calm down! ” Give me a break!
It's your fault – the noise you make!
“I am you, ”
My friend!
“My only friend! ”
I'm talking to yourself again
Murder? Murder? No - I'm framed!
Hear that voice? The voice I blame!
“They can't hear me.”
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poem by Justin Boyd
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