The Other

I am me, then there is he~ He, who is fragmented, un-whole, dirty~ He, who sees only incompletion and regret~ He, who hears naught but whispers of lack~ I am me, then there is he~ He, the odd one who can’t fit the mold~ He, who feels smothered by his own skin~ He who’s feet can’t touch the earth~ I am me, then there is he~ He, who is small, frail, girlish at best~ He, who is shunned, shamed, chosen last~ He, who is never enough, enough for me~ I am me, not the other who casts shadows~ Day and night shadows come to play~ I cannot gaze into my own reflection, for I know not the mirror’s depth, or the boy I will find within~ I am me , then there is he... Copyright © Satprem 2015 Written age 14~