| Poem for Sigmund |
[Dec. 16th, 2009|02:06 am] |
I started you when i was in high school.
I was depressed and believed I would never find the real me
and I kind of expected that guy to be really lame.
I could write things down
and read them back to myself
then give them to my friends.
I could explain
what I wanted to feel
who I wanted to be
who kept me going
crafting pictures of myself
to get outside my brain
keep me in the land of the living
to be substance
be sad
be silly. |
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