Since The Day I Was Born
Pretending to be true.
Lying to myself again & again.
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.
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.