I Am
I am…
Questionably nothing.
My eyes search for something.
But always come back empty-handed.
I feel…
Stuck in a nightmare.
My mind wraps around horrors of my own creation.
Unexplored areas have come out of the shadows to make horrors more prominent.
I think…
I am what I am not.
Confusion seeks refugee in my mind tonight.
It overwhelms my every crevice until it reigns completely supreme.
I see…
Inside my own mind.
Yet I cannot look into the real world.
All I see are images too gray to be from reality.
I can never be…
Anything acceptable in society.
I will always be something that lifts negative thoughts.
I can never be normal; I can never be anything but a fish out of water.
I am… a freak.
Copyright © Gwen Dixon | Year Posted 2010
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