Since the Day I Was Born

Pretending to be true. Lying to myself again & again. Hard-hearted: self-doubting. I’m everything in-between. Masquerading in a mask of hypocrisy. Lingering in the dust. I must insist I am nothing but a man. Translating the rhythms of this heart of mine. Into something tangible. Something meaningful. Am I as big an enigma as I pretend to be? Laughing at the prospect of conforming. Can I be anything I refuse to admit? Can I morph into anyone I refuse to become? Flicking through the channels. So many channels of my personality. Stuck here in this pit of depravity. Writhing in disgust as I pick myself apart. I’m like an encyclopedia, inundated with unlimited media. Something’s changing, I can feel it in my bones. I feel stranger than I was before. Barricading myself in my room. Trying to relinquish every thought into a poem. List a thief come & steal my thoughts away. I mustn’t be found sleeping when the end comes for me. I know he’ll come for me. The shadow that’s been following me. Since the day I was born.