The Other Me

Games in the mind

There's another me in here

And her only purpose is to destroy me.

The other me is a parasite

That sucks the soul right out of my body

The will to live from my life.

There's another me that resides here

And she whispers to me

She says

Nobody loves me.

She says

That I'm a waste of space.

She says

I should do something about my weight.

The other me is a puppeteer

And I am the doll.

Helpless to her will

I move to the beat of her desires.

She speaks for me

Because my words have been taken to stop me from screaming.

"Yeah, Im okay."

"Im fine, why do you ask?"

"Im just really tired is all."

She smiles 

While I'm tied up with my own insecurities.

She invalidates my feelings

And says

"Suck it up.

There are people worse off than you."

I know.

She says

Everyone would be better off

Without me.

And I believe her 

I don't want to be a burden.

She hands me the power 

to take my own life

But I don't accept.

The other me

Has let me die slowly

While still breathing.

There is no cure for what's inside me.

That me is not me.

She is a stranger

Who has stole my self value.

She has stolen something important

And I may never get it back.

There will be no consequences.

There will be no punishment waiting for her

Because the only person

She is real to

Is me.



my friend (in my head)

tells me im a good person 

but when i look in the mirror

i dont see a person at all


but who cares

theyre not even real


im sitting in the dark

all the lights turned out

someone turns the lights on (was it me?)

oh well i dont care all i know is

i threw up


im better im better

i tell myself 

or was that me (who cares)


i think about who i used to be

they were bad but

am i really any better





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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes


harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away


Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression


I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection


Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.