The Other Me
Sometimes it's euphoric
Drunk with pride and confidence
On my high horse
Looking staright ahead
Other times a 180 turn occurs
Hell on my mind
It's dark, I'm timid
I want to crawl myself out this skin
With what left of my torn up nails
I wish I can see the othe me
the one my firends tell me I am
But instead, I see nothing
This poem is about:
Me