posted on Oct, 17 2004 @ 11:23 PM
This is the second of two "Misfit" poems. No idea where the first one is, digitaly nor paper. Would not do it justice to re-write it.
Don't look for any poetry literacy er anything, I'm just an old hippy, heh.
Once again I know not who or what I am
All to familiar this is, this Misfit in my head
Engulfing, enraging, surrounding what is me
But, WHAT is me???
Too many years gone since I knew me last
Gone too many dreams without my grasp
Gone is the being I once used to be
I once knew that man
That man that was me
I really did like him
Him as a person I want to be.
But something happened, something I know not
Something that took him, to where I know not
I know that he is gone, and "this" remains
Don't ask what "this" is
'CAUSE I DON'T F***ING KNOW'!!!
All I know is I don't feel real
I don't feel alive, like 'he' used to be
Where did I go? Why did I leave?
Why can't I come back? Why can't I be real?
A thousand questions puzzle my head
Only one answer.....I feel I am dead
What a shame, I can only feel void
I know it personally......
It's the only friend I have, the only thing I 'am'
Yes, I feel I am dead.