Author's note: Another X-Menish poem, ya'll can figure out who it's bout, an if not, den make it who ya want ah guess. R an R
I've just been dreading this,
not wantin this time ta come, but now it's here,
like it snuck up on me when I was too busy running
too busy pretendin I was okay, that nothing was wrong
but now I've gotta face the voices in my mind, gotta
be me, even though I'm not longer sure who I am
who am I? do you recognize me at all, my voice
mah face, is any of me familiar? Please say yes, please tell me
that you know me, tell me that I've been here before because
I can't remember now, maybe I was here, maybe I have someone
waiting for me, but I don't know, here I go again, running agian,
losing myself in their minds, trying to stop them, trying to ignore them
like I always do
I'll stop runnin someday, but not yet, can't stop until they are gone
I've still got demons to face, theirs, and mine which I can't
sort out from everyone elses, maybe today I'll know
who I really am.