The Other Me
Don’t blame it on me
I gave you a warning
It was clear to see
I don’t intend on hurting people
It just sorta happens
It’s like a skill trait
Or a debate
They all see but no clappin
Everyone around me is hurt in a way
Say i ignored you
Or called you dumb
Or said throw your shoes away
I’m not sure what makes me do it
If it's something deep inside
But i can stop
Just need to prove it
So I dig until it hides
I know him I can tell you who it is
It’s some other me
I promise
I can tell by his-
Hm what was i saying
Confused loss of thought
Is this a game that i’m playing?
Am I a christian?
For a second I sorta thought I was praying
Like I looked up to see the foot of my bed.
Not only that
But it wasn’t I
It was some other me instead
Did I hit my head?
Because the other me is laughing
And not at something else
But it is pointed directly at me
He’s sad
Crying
He doesn’t even seem happy
The laughter was fake
A cover of some sort
But it wasn’t fake at all
It’s his crutch
His support
Copyright © Jonathan Camp | Year Posted 2019
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