Me To the Power of Ten
Wishing the to be
the
me i used to be
Blaming my crimes
on the future me
The literal life
unspoiled
wont
materialise
mementos are merciless
Meaning sits and stares at his feet I've
giVEN UP THE WH AT I'VE
LEA RN E d
Order words in the correct the put
Mesmerise the blank page
as letters slyly graze
Me a name you call yourself
How can i be different
When we all think
the
shame
that you should feel
if you think i am even real
I am not even me
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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