Jonathan Camp Poet Pantoum

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

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