See Me For Who I Am
It comes and goes, slips in and out
an endless revolving door.
An eerie semi depressive state
of non-thought, non-existence.
Momentary self loathing that eats away
the barriers of the mind.
Escape seems impossible in the drowning
of a now lifeless spirit.
Look at me I'm here barely visible
and yet I live, still alive.
Open your eyes see me for who I am
a specter of your inner self.
While you are yet alive, still breathing
speak to me, I listen willingly.
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