Other me
I write these poems about what I’m feeling
dwelling in acid, my skin is peeling
No taste nor touch
No longer feeling
My minds a hallway
An echo screeching
Time comes to stop
I’m in a bathroom
Staring at my self
With all my scars and love wounds
“Take this antidote” it will work too
I’m still haunted by your face
In the shadows as you wait
I awake in mid night
My god its late
My mouth just rambles on
There’s no escape
My other side is not to great
We argue to a horrid state
How do i shut you up?!
“Well, there’s duck tape”
I sleep.
(2013)
