I Am Without Me
It claws from beneath, etheral hands and body
You see me but he is there behind the false mask
Friends and family fooled by his spoiled smile
All the pains inflicted only tighten his grip
The voice unheard by all but me
No such thing as indecision
Laughing at my tears, no individuality
We are bottles for invisble content
No self, only inner self
and with no container his voice finally silenced
At last i am me.
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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