Who Is That
The only thing
I seem to beat
is always me and
I'm here on my own.
Going out of my way to not be alone,
an unimaginable silence I speak and
my minds an
uninhabitable home.
Resistant as I should be,
no one knows me
because Im barely understanding .
Reflections I'm so unsure.
Another feeling of believing,
who stares back is so insecure.
Copyright © Johnny Scianna | Year Posted 2011
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