Myself, Yourself, Ourselves.
Tap tap tap
Sccccccrrrreeeeeaaaaacccchhhhhhh
" No, not that."
Erases, starts over.
"How about this?"
Not good enough...
BANG!
" Why can't I figure this..."
It is not ment to be.
" What do you mean?"
Writing about yourself,
when you don't know,
Yourself.
Your own skin,
Crawls uncomfortably.
" I know myself well-"
ENOUGH!
You know NOTHING!
BANG!
I am you,
Two lies inter-
twinned inside,
Yourself.
" How do you know-"
I don't.
" Stop-"
Interrupting?
You know me,
I pull you,
out of your sleep.
Images of Vivid,
Heavenly,
Rich Color.
Your spectral-
" Stop, I need-"
TO FOCUS!
Focus on this,
Focus on that.
A sad,
dank high,
school life for,
yourself.
BANG!
" Quit!"
I'm not pulling,
That mentally,
insane Trigger.
You do,
to kill me.
To abolish me.
A part of,
Yourself.
What about,
Myself?
I can't write,
about that.
We are,
to vast,
to,
describe,
Ourselves.